Him

He died when I was thirteen of a heroin overdose
Didn't bother me too much as we weren't very close
Found cold in a heap of some high rise flats
Amongst piss soured walls and scavenging rats
I got home from school and mum was in tears
Nana had been crying, that hadn't happened for years.
She gathered herself and took me to one side
And told me right then that someone had died
I just wanted to hug her, didn't like her upset
Wanted to squeeze it away and help her forget
She loved him so much even though they were parted
She'd known she loved him from the day that it started
Even though he had left her with child and alone
One year after the birth she was still in a home
Mind couldn't free itself from all thoughts of him
Was he coming back, when could life re-begin?
But he wasn't coming back, he was void of responsibility
He was young and had mates, he was lacking humility
Who could blame a young man with a town at his feet?
Mr popular, great guy, he was the man on the street
Everyone loved him and everyone feared him
Women wanted him, men wanted to be him
He turned his back on her to live out his dreams
And 13 years later it had burst at the seams
Literally his insides had blown up and exploded
Just out of hospital but couldn't help getting loaded
A drug addicts death in the most demeaning of places
Not too many now keen on showing their faces!
As she cried in my arms, full of tears and so sad
I found it hard to believe that this man was my dad.