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All those times I cried for you, you never came.
Out of all the sports I played, you never showed up at one game.
All the awards I received, I never heard you clap.
You were never there for me to sit on your lap.
All the times I fell and scratched my knee, you were the one who wasn’t there to comfort me.
All those times I was bored and wanted someone to call, you still weren’t there.. not there at all.
I always tried to make you proud, hoping you would love me more, but you never seemed to care, so what did I even do it for?
You weren’t there for my firsts, might not be there for my last.
It’s like you’re not here in my present, just like you weren’t there in my past.
I try to move on, but no one knows how hard it is for your own father not to love you as much as he loves his other kids.
But I hold my head high to keep things from looking so bad, but deep down I still wish I had love from my dad.

Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions.
Jamie Tworkowks  (via thisisyourmaverick)