Lost

When I was little,
my life was brittle.
My heart was alone,
and I was just a clone.
You left me dad,
something of which i ain't glad.

I'm feeling lost,
and you never paid the cost.
Mum bought me everything,
But a dad ain't a buy-able thing.
Did you want it this way,
or did you want me to lose this way?

Mum said you never cared,
about anything you had shared.
A sickly feeling inside,
washed away deep in the tide.
If you could, would you be here,
to show us that deep down you do care?

I'm lost without,
and lost within.
A feeling of hatred,
a sacred.
Be here dad,
then least i'll be glad.