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s Sep 2014
is it my fault?
is  it  my  fault,  Dad?
to born with this body
a soul that full of stupid things
that you hate

i am not perfect
but i have tried my best for you
high scores in school
unexpected talents
still not enough?

i don't know what kind of daughter
that you dreamed
but i know
i am not the one

was that the reason you left us?
was that the reason you left me?

i do love you, Dad
but since you left us
you don't even my first love, like the other  daughter  to  her  dad

since you can't accept all my flaws
you're not my favorite hello
not even my hardest goodbye



I wish my dad found this from someone else and feel guilty for everything he made.
Bottoms Sep 2014
Bent and afraid of you
On our porch

But you
Slowed your worn voice.
Silly it was to those that pass.
New
For me, eyes mild, hands still.
The years we rested for
oh me oh my Sep 2014
you listen.

when he tells you
you
are
worthless.

when he tells you
you'll
never
be
anything.

when he tells you
it's
always
your
fault.

when he tells you
you
aren't
good
enough.

you listen.
because im your father, and you have to respect your parents. you're just 16, you don't know anything. you won't succeed, you'll be just like your druggy brother, your other drop out brother. you're just like my bipolar ex fiance, that's the kind of stuff she would pull, you know better. you don't need that medicine, just get over it. you're going to hell for believing in that, you don't know any better, you're just 16. you are so disrespectful to sit there and talk back to me. you're wrong, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong, im always right, you're only 16, you don't know anything. youll grow out of it, you need to do better, you need to try harder, you'll never amount to anything. you need to stop, you need to listen, you need to think. why are you crying because i raised my voice to get my point across, you weren't listening, you should've known better, you need to hear the truth. you need to get your act together, you're 16. you don't need to say things like that, you don't need to go there, you can tell them you can't go, you're only 16.
Hannah Woodhurst Sep 2014
What does it mean,
When he doesn't come home.
What does it mean,
When I'm lost and alone.
What does it mean,
If his love is postponed.
Or when he never gives it at all.

Define for me please,
Beauty, elegance, divinity.
I've heard it said, "A picture is worth a thousand words"
Define that for me please!
Am I worth a thousand words?
Am I beautiful, elegant, divine.
Have I reached the mark, or crossed the line?

Let me know,
If you love me so,
That I can stop seeking and hoping.
If I could just hear,
that I am good enough.
Let me know if you want to go,
Leave my heart alone,

Give my soul a break.
Yes, my essence cries out in pain.
There's only so much I can take.
This suffering is driving me insane,
If you're to stay be with me,
If not let me be.
I can't take this another day.

Alas I see another way.
Someone is here to take your place.
I need not a lawyer He'll defend my case.
From before this day,
He witnessed your crimes,
He's replaced all of your lies,
And left me a prize.
Hopeful lights turn off
For the night
Wishing on unseen lucky stars
For a small respite
Before the next battle
Tomorrow
You want real darkness
Without bright monitors
And flashing lights
But some wounds are too severe
And must mend before the 'morrow
One green light shines
Like a beacon
Your saving grace
Releasing a sweet numb
Making you forget
A little
About how bad it all feels
Whatever makes the pain go away
And you lay waiting
Rallying
Hoping tomorrow will come faster
Whatever the outcome
Of the next battle
Please get better soon
hannah Sep 2014
i used to go downstairs
to find my dad watching
football and i would pretend
to understand what was
happening as i told him
about my day, and he
would say he loved me.

now six years later it's
football season and i
haven't gone downstairs
in a months.
i wish i knew why.
h.d.
im sorry dad, i wish i knew why.
She grabbed the coattails of his jacket,
Begging her daddy not to leave.
He shrugged the wool garment off,
And bending to his knees:
"Darling, don't cry,
You keep this for me--
God knows you will need it
More than I will need."
Again he turns to leave,
This time clad in green;
"Daddy, I will keep a promise
If you promise me to:
Stay safe and come home--
I will return this coat to you."
He paused, turned, and smiled,
And kissed her little head,
Later swept away for a call to be answered.
But he never returned again.
He tried so hard to keep his promise
To his little girl,
But now twenty years have gone pass:
She still holds on to the wool coat.
And his jacket keeps her warm,
And his jacket dries her tears,
Just like her daddy wanted to.
Misopolemical: hating war.
Priscilla Sep 2014
I am so angry
Angry at everything and everyone
I cry everyday "it's not fair!"
It's not fair you are no longer here
It's not fair what they put you through
It's not fair you suffered
It's not fair you were taken away

It's not fair you will no longer be in our lives
It's not fair Mom has to be so sad and alone

It's not fair the most purest form of love was taken away from us
It's not fair I can't learn the life lesson you were suppose to continue teach me

It's not fair I feel so empty
It's not fair this pain we are all feeling

Why did this happen...why...
ZL Sep 2014
got addiction and crazy from ma side of kin

pa didn't offer much

except a bad temper and bad skin
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