My Dad

Ashamed of who he is
Of the reflection that is his
Worries about everything
He has docked his own wing
Providing for his daughters
Nightmares full of slaughters
He doesn't think he can do it
The pieces will never fit
So lonely, all alone
No one to pick up the phone
He is his own best friend
He's someone that will easily bend
Weather worn and beaten
Can't remember when he'd last eaten
Starves himself for child
Thoughts running wild
Suicidal, can't keep up
Can't kill himself, can't fill his cup
Money would solve all his woes
So the life of a broken man goes