Medication.
Bad Father.
I stared at my dad wide eyes, scared, this was the first time I’d seen him since he left.
He was a bad father.
He used to scream, shout and hit my mum, used to make her cry herself to sleep and hide from her friends.
When I was old enough to speak out, he treated me just the same.
I have to see a councillor 3 times a week because of him.
I have to fill myself with pills because of him.
"People like you are the reason why people like me need medication."
Then I left his life.
He was a bad father.
He used to scream, shout and hit my mum, used to make her cry herself to sleep and hide from her friends.
When I was old enough to speak out, he treated me just the same.
I have to see a councillor 3 times a week because of him.
I have to fill myself with pills because of him.
"People like you are the reason why people like me need medication."
Then I left his life.
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