Last Chance

My father... well lets just say he's not around, and not here for me.
The last thing he said to me before he left ... over a year ago.. was "don't touch me, if you wanted a hug you should have seen me before I was leaving"

My dad is an alcoholic and treats my little brother better than me at times. I feel as though this poem is exactly what I want to tell about my feelings on the way he is acting.

My father's not around either. I was the one who wanted see and visit him. I was the one who tried to plan all the trips. He never tries to visit me. His son always comes first and has the he sorriest excuses. I'll give him credit for trying but I think he could've done a lot better. It's like he doesn't think or care about me.

I am a Dad and my little girl half way across the country. I wish she was here with me where she belongs. I have a hole in my heart where she fits perfectly. I am afraid that she may grow up feeling like this too, because I have my son who lives with me. it was not my choice for her mother to move away and my daughter with her. I cry at times because I miss her so much...

This was an EXCELLENT poem. I love to write things like this because my father also left and lingers around and doesn't show me his love like he should. you have talent. keep up seriously. I love it. absolutely LOVE IT

My fathers an alcoholic I'm not going to lie. He's put my mother though so much, and no matter how wrong he was then, I as his first born child was stuck to him like white on rice. I've seen him angry, furious, sad, emotional, brave, from his highest point to his lowest. For many years I was angry at him for spending a lifetime of money on his best friend, alcohol rather than his own home and family. No matter how many arrest, no matter how many drunk fights or DUI's I couldn't stay mad, I love him anyway. he missed my youth, and hardly even knows me. and no matter how many times I lose myself, He brings me back to reality. He's f*cked up so many times, I still tend to over look it. My love for him is unconditional, If the sun refused to shine, I'd still be loving him, and when the mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be he and I.

My father has never been there for me ever since my sister was born, and I was about 5, he has never supported me with anything, and the worst part is that I love him so much but I hate him because of all the pain he has put me through.... my father may have schizophrenia, he has 5 children and only cares about the youngest (my sister) and the second eldest (my Brother) and I know nothing will change though.