Daddy

I was going through a rough time about a year ago, and my father and I had some time where we didn't quite see eye to eye. This was written then.

How many suicidal thoughts must I have

Before I finally get the nerve to grab a blade?

And how many times must I scream into my pillow,

All the deep imprisoned insults that I can't scream to your face?

And how many times must I lock myself away,

Just to keep from letting out what's so long been bottled up?

And how many times must I try to make you proud,

But I fail, because in your eyes I'm never enough?

 

How many years have you told me what was best?

All you ever did was scramble all the thoughts inside my head.

And how many times have you said you didn't like me?

I'm sorry to break the news, but that little girl is dead.

'Cause how many times have I opened up my mind,

And let you step inside, just to tell me that I'm wrong?

And how in the world do you think I could stay standing,

If you never cared enough to be someone I could lean on?

 

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was in a dark place. Do I convey the message as well as I'd hoped?

Reviews

[Max]

I really enjoyed reading this and I'm sorry you had to go through such a tough time in your life like that; one of the reasons I enjoyed reading it is because I can relate to it. Not exactly the same but very similar and my heart just goes out to you.