Let Becca Win

Daddy, please stop yelling.

This really isn’t fair.

As your voice grows a little louder,

I’m pulling out my hair.

I didn’t mean to make you mad,

At seven I didn’t know any better.

Daddy, I honestly loved you,

Here I wrote you a letter.

“By the time you read this,

I’ll be out of reach.

I couldn’t take the yelling, Dad.

Why don’t you practice what you preach.

I’m only fifteen and

I gave up on life.

Daddy, don’t do this to Becca.

She’s already playing with the knife.

No matter what happens,

I loved you and still do.

I know you loved me and Becca, Daddy,

But she needs to hear it from you.

Actions don’t always speak

Louder than a word.

You took away our childhood,

Can’t you see it’s absurd?

Becca needs you now more than ever.

It’s too late to save me.

Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

I’m up here with Mommy.”

Do you remember how she got here?

You threw her down the stairs.

But you didn’t kill me, Daddy.

You just threw me out with your cares.

Becca doesn’t have much longer.

She misses me quite a bit.

Don’t take your anger on her.

It’s not her fault you’re unfit.

I don’t miss the way you touched me, Daddy.

I don’t miss your anger trips.

I only miss Becca.

Help her before she too slips.

It’s not too late to change,

Set different rules for your game.

Becca’s different, Daddy.

Her life isn’t yours to claim.

 

Contest won:

Suicide Poetry - Most emotional

Greatest Goodbye  - 3rd

Reviews

[Myrcei]

Wow. This is very powerful. I'm kind of speechless. Amazing work.

[Fabric Pulse]

Ah, okay, I see it now.

[WynterPhoenix]

It's a little bit of both. I took personal experiences and my perspective of things and put them together. Obviously I didn't commit suicide, but it's more how I feel towards my own father. I feel more at ease writing him letters and such, and I am worried about my younger sister and I feel like some of the things we've experienced are his fault. Not entirely, but he was a major supporting factor. I changed her name in the poem, for obvious reasons. The things that came from my own imagination with this one is the suicide and physical abuse.

[Fabric Pulse]

Is this just a poem of child abuse from your perspective on how it's wrong, or is it a real story of something dark from your past? For me the poem I have on Quizilla "Ariel Tombs," it wasn't entirely personal to where it was my exact experience.