With every hug and kiss you gave I could smell the alcohol pour from your mouth and seep through my pale, white, delicate skin...you once said the bottle was your best friend.
      
Mom always told me addiction was the work of the devil and I wish it was a lie but father when I looked you in the eyes..I saw a completely different guy.
    
I would go days on end craving for your attention...hoping you'd care about your little girl instead of your "drinking condition".
    
Look at me. Notice me. Love me father. I can't help but to scream, shout and hollar. Hear me out for I am your daughter.
    
Ik you get angry and I know you get upset...but father please put your fists of steal to rest.
    
Can't you see that I'm hurt and confused? I want to be loved but instead I've become abused & bruised.

So what is your reason for coming back all of the sudden? When at a time you couldn't be a father...couldn't even be a husband?

Ik that you're a changed man but do I have a change of heart? To throw the past away and begin with a fresh start?