You know you're better than this.
You're better than him.
For some reason you're still not convinced.
He just takes, takes, takes
and will continue to stay
as long as you keep him fed.
No, not a stray;
he won't run away,
he's here, you're no longer afraid.
You mistake peace of mind
with death by design
you'll beat the same path to your grave.
Don't wait. Don't barter.
You deserve better. Reach farther.
He's more like your father than you know.