DAD´S PRAYER

DE TROP

What is fucking wrong with me? Can anybody tell me? Is it just me who doesn´t know what´s going on?

Am I that disgusting? I mean, am I that sort of person who is not wanted, not a candidate to be loved and cared for and cherished? Am I not pleasant to the eye?

Am I not nice and kind enough for people?

Am I not bloody here! Can anybody see me?

I´m not even a shadow someone looks at. I’m invisible, I´m not even like the wind, and no one can perceive my presence, my scent.

I´m colourless, I´m drained and wasted, and naked, cold, dirty, dreamless, hopeless, I´m the absence of all beauty, 

I´m no one...