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MindlessSelf Jan 24
My dad wasn't like your typical  dad you'd see on television

The one's who always had smiles on their faces  and loved their family

My dad was a man who would come home from work with a beer in his hand

At times maybe more than one depending on how drunk he would  be

  If my dad didn't have a beer he would  go insane  to the point of punching someone in their  face

That's how much he loved drinking beer to the point there was nothing left

Unfortunately he passed out on the ground that night with nothing but a beer in his hand.
anonymous Jan 6
she felt herself falling

but didn't try to catch herself

because she wanted him to do it for her

and she fell

and fell

he never came

she realized he never would

and she learned to love men who wouldn't be there to catch her when she fell

-to my father
*******
Kimmy Oct 2018
“Oh, you sorry fool

You’ve cut your fingers

Plucking on

my puppet strings

AGAIN!!

When will you learn?

Souls like his

Were not meant

for souls like yours

He will live his

whole entire life

And not once

think twice

About the color of

your eyes”


I jokingly tell my friends

That my daddy issues are

The root of these

crushes on older men

But they don’t know

the hurt

Behind those words

It is hard to explain how

The man I'm

sleeping with

Is/could be my

Dad!

Because of this

I now have

Borderline

Personality

Disorder


But I can't

Exactly

talk about

About what

happened

I try to tell my

friends, they

Say

“Well every

teenager

has mood

swings”

But they have

Not seen

How crazy

I can be!

I warn boys I am

crazy

they laugh

and

say

They’ve dealt

with crazy

Girls before

I am too

embarrassed

To tell them

when

They forget to say

goodnight to me

It feels like

the harshest

abandonment,

The cruelest

betrayal,

And I not knowing

How to deal with this

Constant denial


How do you explain

that to someone?

so blissfully unaware,

This boy

I love

with all

all my heart

And then some

Says he will

fight for me

And I so badly

Want to believe in his

promise

But he does not know

It will be a battle

against himself

Because I

Do not know

how to be

with someone

Because I

Am better off alone

Because I

Ruin people

I have a system,

you see.

I let boys put

Their tongue

in my mouth

Their hands

on my

chest

I let myself

believe

Ill fill the hollow

space in my gut

At least take my

mind off of it

And I always

make sure

They like me

more

Than I

like

them

Because

I cannot

be caught

Off guard

again

I remember

the day

I told myself

I didn’t need my dad

He has tried

to work his

Way back into

my life

And I hated

him for it

With all

of my

being

I had never

despised

a human

so much

so I let go

I stopped

Talking

to him

To this

Day

I still

Cry

he still has not

said sorry

Even if

I'd still

Feel

Nothing

The memories

are crushing

Feels so

Heavy

I cannot

forgive

my dad

For what

he did

To me at 2

Years old

And I have never

felt worse

about

Anything in

my life!!

So I take a

silver

spoon

And dig out

the parts

of me

That still

hurt

And I let

men crawl

inside

And I let

them build

a home

So I can finally

be good for

something

All my friends

Growing up

Called me

a ****

*****......

And I want

to scream

They don’t

understand

This is

the only

way I feel

I am worth

anything

This is the

only thing

I can feel

If I could have

it any other

way

I would

But this is the

way things are

And this

Is the way they will

continue to be.
#daddy #issues #**** #*** #men
This is a poem pretty much related to my birth dad, he destroyed me and to this day I have problems, hope you like
yogirlturkey Sep 2018
it felt like my heart and soul were right next to each other
falling out of my chest slowly
painfully...
it hurt more than it ever did out of just realizations
i couldn't walk
i felt like throwing myself on the wood floor of the entrance of my new home
it felt like there was a black hole inside me
literally...
"come on open your present"
i don't answer because of the ******' pain
i throw myself on my bed and keep crying and crying...
"hey, open your gift!"
i don't bother to answer just to see if she'll come and comfort me
i left my door open on purpose
"hey, do you want to open your gift?" she sees me crying and sighs
she lays down next to me, hugs me and sighs once again
me?
i'm still crying and i don't really know the reason why yet
"what did he say to you that made you cry this hard?"
i cry harder and i can barely breathe
i stop just to answer
i think twice before saying what 'i want' to say, but i don't care at this point
i should be able to express myself 'exactly' how i feel it, so then i say...
"he's just a ******' *******"
this isn't really a poem but i wanted to put it out there, i hope you can feel it with just my words and explanation. :)
Nikki No Love Jul 2018
Within the shadow of a false icon,
Which hangs over me like fallen titans,
The ones who in the darkness of ignorance wore capes and flew,
But now wear maniacal grins and snarl to.
The same person who used to make you want to say live,
Now only force you to to spell it backwards and with yourself become more combative.

He says he misses me,
But that would make three,
Me, mom and The Monster,
He says "straighten your postue"
I miss the days I could look past your hypocrisies,
Back when I could look at your  and think "these are the right policies "
In my time of need,
You can't seem to see,
Your voice make me bleed,
You're whose killing me

To be stuck in a house, but not a home,
Trapped inside not a shrine, but a tomb,
Imprisoned by the voice that used to be that of ideology and hope,
Which is now the voice of the hate that hangs me like a rope,
The voice that tears my mind in two,
One side screaming "you are wrong," and I should be rejecting you,
The other side creeping and deafaningly whispers I am the infection, adieu.
This is a poem about my dad..I know a lot of people feel like this..hope it helps someone. Also I think this is my longest poem yet.
jai Jun 2018
i waited for you to come back
and you never did
and i know you didn’t do that to hurt me
but my chest is tight and my eyes are wet and i can’t stop these thoughts
thoughts of not being enough of a reason for you to come back up the stairs and hold me
thoughts of being a little girl and waking up and walking thru the house to find no one
you can’t fake that kind of empty
you can’t fake that kind of fear
thoughts of how because of this, i hate myself
i hate myself for allowing this meaningless act to make or break my entire day
i hate myself for letting irrational fears of the little girl inside me dictate my self worth
i hate that now that you’re back my butterflies have been replaced with razor blades
i hate that now i can’t look you in your eyes because i’m scared that perhaps maybe my thoughts are right, and your eyes will confirm it
and in all honesty i’d rather look at the ground and i hate myself, than to ever meet your eyes and have them hate me
i woke up to an empty bed and my boyfriend gone
i was so triggered
lia jay May 2018
"daddy issues"

is that what they call it?
because I call it strength.

I have the strength,
to live life without my father.
here I am.
living.
yes,
I may get broken down sometimes,
but I've never fallen completely.
and I won't.
because i'm more than the father who left.
I have strength.

-l.j.t.
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