I wish I was dead.

I’m ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away, if a stupid poem could fix this home I’d read it every day.

It is totally perplexing how horrible you are to your family.
We are so good to you, we try so hard to make you happy but you are just an angry man.
Firstly, my mother. She is so wonderful to you and she would bend over backwards to have you be nice to her. She is at the end of her tether now, she is about to leave and I hope to god that you aren’t shocked when it finally happens, because it’s happening soon. You call her stupid, pathetic, useless. You can say that to me or my brother, but NOT to our mother.
Now my brother, who used to be the apple of your eye until we moved countries and you changed. He only has to lift a finger and it pisses you off. He tries to hard to bond with you again but you have no interest, you just yell at him.
And now me, your daughter. I have wanted so badly to be a ‘daddy’s girl’ my whole life but you have no interest. I work for the company you are partly running and I have been promoted after less than 5 months of employment, does that not make you proud? You make me feel shit, and even the psychologist will tell you that YOU are the reason I used to be so fucked up. You drove me crazy, literally. I went mental because of you.
We are your family and we love you, but you are so mean to us. Please be kind… But it won’t happen.

I can’t wait until you leave, you’ve been nothing but horrible since you have been here.
You have been tearing my mother and mine’s relationship apart.
You always feel sorry for yourself and I don’t even understand why!
You have been blessed and that still isn’t good enough for you.

I wish I was dead.