DaddyA Poem by NumbA poem I wrote a little while ago, when I was 13You know I love you Even when I'm shouting Those cruel words to you You're my daddy I'm your daughter Nothing can change that I remember the first time I had flipped out completely I only knew the bad stories You know That cancer kills people That no one comes out alive That they only get it once That they won't be saved Of course I would believe that I was young I was naive I was a fourth grader Yeah Four years ago and We're still dealing with this crap Daddy Make it all go away I can't stand it no more It's not your fault Daddy That I'm becoming forgetful And my grades are slipping Please don't feel bad Knowing you are the reason I stay up and cry at night I'm a strong girl I've handled worse situations... But I can cry too, right? I'll suck it up, okay? Just for you though... Because somebody has to But please know I never stop thinking About you and everything you say I remember last night We just sat on my bed Talking like there's no tomorrow About when you were born About my grand-father too What the 1900's were like The invention of radios Those old time stars All the things you've lived through Hey Daddy? Think we can do that again? Forget about our troubles? Just talk like nothing's wrong Act like everything's normal And just talk together? I miss those days Daddy I really want them back I'd die to have them back Give me a promise That those days will come back Before I grow older Before I lose my imagination And most of all Before I lose you forever Please Daddy? That's all I ask for The last thing I'll ever ask Just... I have no more words How could this be true? Cancer? Again? You don't deserve this... I'm leaving now Daddy I'm going back to my room Retreating back into solitude I'll be curled up on my bed Crying my eyes out for you In case you want to join me... So we can talk like we used to... © 2010 NumbAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 15, 2010 Last Updated on July 15, 2010 AuthorNumbMDAbout14. Freshman. I love all comments and stuff like that, any criticism I love. Whether pointing out my flaws, or congratulaitng me on a job well done. I tend to write about my life, in some for.. more..Writing
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