March 2nd.

Can't concentrate
Can't sit still
Still can't hide the fact my father isn't here
And for now he never will

Sick of trying to numb myself
With countless amounts of beer
As every march I hear wonderwall
I still shed a tear

I wear a smile on the outside
But just a front for all to see
Somedays I still wonder if my half brother thinks of me

So please excuse me
For today on my face there is only a vacant stare
As my father isn't here right now
And there isn't a damn thing fair. 

◄ love of a vinyl obsessive: (a short valentines record poem)

The worst of me. ►

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