Daddy

Daddy

A Poem by haleyy(:

Daddy, why do you treat me so bad?

I was your sweet little angel,

but you ruined my innocence.

You pushd me over the edge.

Please tell me why.

 

Did I do something wrong?

Do I remind you of mommy?

Daddy, please.

You're killing me.

I'm dying to know why.

 

Look at me daddy.

Can you see my scars?

You caused them daddy.

I bet you're proud.

You turned you little angel

into the biggest regret.

Are you proud daddy?

Well, I'm not.

 

Daddy, see that necklace?

I gave it to you before the day I died.

Do you like it daddy?

I hope so,

I made it just for you.

 

I'll be watching you daddy.

I hope you feel remorse.

You killed your angel,

for not telling me why.

© 2014 haleyy(:


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Crazy emotions are spinning deep. I had a few friends "girls" I knew growing up, and they were passed around between their dads and their dad's friends like little pieces of meat. I held them as they cried and talked of suicide at about 8 years old. I hid them in the woods "their backyard" under piles of leaves, tops of trees out of sight, and in abandoned buildings to try and keep them away from their fathers. When I was young, I thought there was a recipe for monsters, psychos, and bullies. Nope!! Just selfish attempts at making their own life numb to stress and everyone else was to play by THEIR rules. I didn't go through that kind of stuff like my friends did, who have since OD'd this last January, but I remember having the same fears and anger because of the lack of answers I got and could ultimately understand..... You seem to write well when you are bored!! : ) xoxo -Mark

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Crazy emotions are spinning deep. I had a few friends "girls" I knew growing up, and they were passed around between their dads and their dad's friends like little pieces of meat. I held them as they cried and talked of suicide at about 8 years old. I hid them in the woods "their backyard" under piles of leaves, tops of trees out of sight, and in abandoned buildings to try and keep them away from their fathers. When I was young, I thought there was a recipe for monsters, psychos, and bullies. Nope!! Just selfish attempts at making their own life numb to stress and everyone else was to play by THEIR rules. I didn't go through that kind of stuff like my friends did, who have since OD'd this last January, but I remember having the same fears and anger because of the lack of answers I got and could ultimately understand..... You seem to write well when you are bored!! : ) xoxo -Mark

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A tragic and fearful look at an altogether familiar scene in this vast and unforgiving world, a good read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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