It's hard to know that there is a part of you, That is missing inside of you
A part of you that loves you A part of you, That would complete that young tattered down ***** inside of you that is, barely beating anymore. It's hard to accept that There is nothing inside to accept the part of you that has been missing for TWENTY YEARS. Twenty Years ago when daddy ****** up. Daddy just couldn't handle the pressure of a happy little family Daddy had to crack out And leave the only one who would love him unconditionally and give her no choice But to grow up not knowing how it felt to feel the kind love of a Father Who would make things right when they were wrong
You see, It's hard to love When you have been waiting all your life to finally meet a missing piece of the puzzle we live And want to sprint away as far as the moon Because the puzzle piece had altered itself disgustingly It wouldn't fit It ******* ripped her apart when she heard that her chance was gone That hole will never be filled.
Now, I hate to admit That giving up is now an option Giving up on a part of me That can never be a part of Me.
This poem is about my father. I wrote it months before his suicide July 2014.