Why?

I was told once that it's healthy to express your emotions, so I'm trying.

Strike three,
you're out.
No more chances.
This is goodbye.
You're such a jerk.
You're such a lier.
It's as if you live
just to watch me die.
You enjoy my pain,
gaining energy and joy.
Why?
Don't you love me?
Don't you love your own daughter?

Reviews

[Brad]

ouch, there's a bitter pill to swallow...my father was a peice of work, but i've always looked at it like this...he showed me how NOT to be a father and how NOT to be a husband

[Kaitlyn]

this is super good :)
I love it

[SpokenWord]

If one has to ask these questions than I am sure they all ready know the answer. A sad poem one where chances were given but never fulfilled. I think after the second strike we were all sure that they were going to strike out.