new year, same shit.

life is ironic.
it throws back at you what you've put behind.
i can't stand him.
lies, lies and more fucking lies.
stop hurting us.
stop hurting her.
you have no idea how it hurts.
not just me and her, but the rest of your kids.
wake the fuck up and just look at yourself.
you've become a monster,
nothing which children can look up to and call a father.
a disappointment, failure.
i'm worried for the family.
but somehow, i think this family can do without you.
without your lies, without your presence.
this is an elegy for your status as father.
cause from today onwards, i have no father.