The threat

Or rather the promise
of you leaving shouldn't effect me.
I mean, you moving out would be
no different than how things are now
because I never see you.
You don't bother with me,
my life,
hell, if you saw this you would just ground me
because I'm telling you off.

You wonder why I'm so ill,
it's because you make me ill.
Here I am, working my ass off at Wawa,
at school,
dubbing,
and I do try and atleast do some things around the house.
Already overworking myself as it is,
then you say 'guess what, if I come home and this place isn't spotless
I'm turning right back around and never coming back.'

You're already gone in my eyes, dad.
Hell, I can't even call you that anymore.
You're just like your own father,
you don't even realize.
And if I end up in the hospital
because of the stress you're putting me through,
because of the 8(yeah, I counted) times I cried in the past two days
that caused me to puke, to burn up,
to barely even be able to do my own work
let alone stuff you forced upon me,
well I wouldn't be surprised
if you didn't care.

I don't even have time for myself anymore.
And if I do, I can't enjoy it
because I'm so stressed,
so sick,
still making the list of things to do in my head.

If you want to leave, just do it.
It will give me one less person
to disappoint.