From the Heart

Trying to pick up pieces of my Broken heart. Trying to find the part of my life, that I never had. I'm talking about my dad. He always was home but I felt alone. He liked spending more time with his friends then me, That's killing me. His own blood, his own son. Sometimes I want to say I'm done . Different now and that's in past. I know, I should let it go. But I just want to know, If love flows in his veins? I think he just likes me because I carry the name-Mario Perez