Useless Man

About my father. One of many poems I have written about him.

Screams.

Screams from within.

Hollow my life, my heart, my soul.

Life would be better without this pain and suffering.

Why do we continue to hurt?

Why must we do these things?
No, I will not talk to you.

No, I will not look at you.

No, I will not love you.

You have hurt us, not loved us.

Why must you continue to silently kill us?
How can you be my friend,

when you don't even act like my father?