First Blow

It's not your fault

that the world is

closing in around me.

It's not your fault

that I can't hear a word

you are saying to me.

Trust me when I say

it's not your fualt

that I am stuck

on the cold cement

and can't get up.

Because you were the one

to take the first blow.

And even if

you were not fast enough

to take the rest for me,

that first one counts.

Wherever I go after this,

I will always remember you,

who took the first blow in my stead.

Thank you.

And remember,

it's not your fault

your father hated me this much.