as i scream, you don’t hear me.

as i cry, you don’t see me.

all i see in you is pure rage, such a rage that only an evil empty individual could possess.

endless years of agonizing soul crushing pain.

but you couldn’t care to notice, as you are left without a scratch.

you were once the shell of a person whom i’d call my father.

now i look at you and see your eyes oozing with deadness, as if they were roadkill.

and i feel emotionless towards you, as if i was now embodying an orphan; forced to grow up without ever knowing what the nurturing love of a parent felt like.

the reality is, i am not an orphan.

i am a broken shell of what is called a daughter, while we sit at the empty dinner table; feeling like i am living with a complete stranger.

daddy, do you hear my cries now?