People tell me
It's fine leave them when you are older
But the nights will be colder
The toxicity will be over
Your happiness will be high as a tower

Absence of a father is great
They tell me
You don't have people yelling at you
They tell me
It's better if he was dead before i was born
But he was the one to kill my joy
At the ripe age of 7

People tell me...