Daddy

The whiplash is back
Broken neck arms crossed
Sighs escape the lips
Forceful grunts
Twists in pandemonium
Broken neck
He said
I’ll kill my self
He said
I’m always tired
He said
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
He said
Waste of time getting better
Wasted life always in pain
The words
He said
Fists line the inside of his brain
Scratching like knives
Against a porcelain plate
He’s broken
Lost his mind
He loves us
He can’t trust us
He says
Sometimes I don’t remember
The whiplash is back

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