The day you die

Dirty little secrets
I've kept for you.
Yet, you only loved me
so I would play with you.

You made me sick,
turned me into a wreck.
You took every smile I had,
and I never got them back.

I was begging for your hand,
as you used mine, tho.
As if I was a little toy
and who was I to say no?

Do you see a pervert when you look in the mirror
and do you even care?
I didn’t deserve to grow up like this,
you should’ve been there.

I was forced to be my own dad,
while that was your job to do.
I guess the father I was looking for,
was never inside of you.

I hope you breathe me the day you die.
When you’re praying for an afterlife,
let there be a moment of self-reflection
where you regret the way you lived your life.