Because Sometimes I Get Sick Of Being Emotionless About You

Hey dad 

I'm writing to you 

Not to tell you, that I still hate you 

Just to ask you 

How you feel 

And how we fell apart 

How this fell apart 

Are you happy out there in this great wide world? 

Do you think about yourself? 

Do you miss your little girl? 

When you lay your head down 

How do you sleep at night? 

Do you even wonder if I'm all right? 

But I'm all right 

I'm all right 

It's been a long hard road without you by my side 

Why weren't you there all the nights that I cried?

You broke your daughter's heart 

You broke your child for life 

It's not okay, 

But I'm alright 

I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes 

But those were just a long lost memory of mine 

I spent so many years learning how to survive 

Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive 

The days I spent so cold, so hungry 

Were full of hate 

I was so angry 

Those scars run deep inside this teenage body 

There's things I'll take, to my grave 

But I'm okay 

I'm okay 

And sometimes 

I forgive 

And this time 

I'll admit, that I miss you, miss you 

Hey dad...

(Lyrics by Good Charlotte. Edited by myself)

The Tree and I

The tree stands still;

unmoved by the world around it. 

Roots are buried in the soil

in the fields that surround it. 

I pause to look,

the only visitor most days. 

It's forever secluded,

unchanged in the August haze.

I raise my arms.

My fingers transform into leaves. 

The tree reaches for the sky. 

A troubled soul, the tree grieves. 

The tree is wise. 

It understands that time is short

to feel the warm summer sun

in this life it can't abort. 

I watch it cry.

Leafy tears now drop to the earth.

The world is growing colder. 

Of growth, there is a dearth. 

I understand. 

I feel the tree's pain and sorrow.

For the tree and I are one, 

yesterday and tomorrow.

The tree is here.

And here is where you'll find us,
our souls' personal exchange.
The tree and I stand tall,
unmoved yet somehow changed.