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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.
Noelle M Eithun Apr 2018
I found darkness in you.
The familiarity of abandonment
Of pain.
I clung to it.
I clung to you as if you had all my answers
As if you could clinch my thirst of attention
Lack there of, rather

It was toxic
It would **** me
But I wanted more


You remind me of my father
The Admirer Mar 2018
It all seems like a routine. The build up  to the argument, the fight, her crying and her asking for forgiveness without it being her fault. a story many have heard of, of a daughter and father. Daddy issues, funny a lot of girls have them, I wonder why is that... why we all have those problems? Is it all planned out or is it a coincidence. A painful journey we all must have as an adolescent girl or an unlucky few.

There are the lucky ones, whose dad is the one who comforts them, when their moms are not letting them go out to a party or be with a boy they like. Those problems are sweeter i guess, unlike hers, the bitter sweet kind. They both love each other fondly. He can never get over the girl's mom. He release his pain to her and she does nothing... Wait she does nothing? WHY!

Daddy is sad, and daddy gets mad because he is hurt, but when he is not hurt he loves her very much, he calms down, he seem like a dad. Daddy promises her he will try to get better, give him one more chance and don't tell MOMMY. She blindly believes him every time wishing he speaks the truth, but he doesn't.

The saddest part of this is he doesn't want to lose her. He cant lose anyone else, he would be all alone. Whenever he tries to get better he buys her things, builds up strength but looses it whenever MOMMY calls.  Sad thing is she will learn to hurt like daddy does.
A bitter sweet tale of a dad and daughter.
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