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You used to be my best friend, now its like i never existed. I used to be your best friend now its like you never existed. Thanks for the help dad i try not to be mad but knowing you choose drugs, Burglary living on the streets Over a relationship with me. makes me wonder why I'm not good enough.. You don't even have to give that up. Just wish you'd call and say what's up. Do you sleep peacefully? Is there any guilt or remorse when you think of me? do you even realize what you did to me when the personal creator who birthed me Tragically departed the earth early only two weeks after turning 18. You were nowhere to been seen searching for your teen. Her heart she let open bleed at that fateful scene. But if you're wondering, I'm alive and occupied, attempting to mend These shattered dreams of mine I don't despise. But I do wonder why I was a sweet young girl taking on a new lonely world. You'd be proud to know, i conquered it great with no supports and did what it takes to adapt and outlast. Forced to mature too fast i forgive as a daughter, but as a father i can never understand abandonment as your plan thus forfeiting being a man. Grieving you, but your not dead Your lost in your head. Eighteen - supposed to be when my life started.. But everything i loved, departed. Grieving a mother Wondering what happened to my father Its not fair to me, nor to the men i meet, that i want them to fill the emptiness that you could easily complete. I run when I feel love. I'm terrified to open up. For they may take it and run I will do me. You do you. Once i fully make peace with the truth I can be the me that was free and full of life before you disrupted my upbringing ------ Now I'm 28. I've processed the pain And I'm done playing   the waiting game. I no longer wish for you to care. To be there. I accept what is here. Ive had many nights Where I wasn't alright Flashbacks arrive The little girl wonders why. But, I did something different this time As I seen her in my brain I allowed the pain. Drop out of my mind And into my body. Experienced fully. Hyperventilating,   body convulsing Hardly breathing I finally let my body feel the pain I felt was real. I never allowed it. So I never healed. The inner child, She had to die So I can mature And start to raise my standards high. 1/3/26
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
Thx dad
You used to be my best friend, now its like i never existed. I used to be your best friend now its like you never existed. Thanks for the help dad i try not to be mad but knowing you choose drugs, Burglary living on the streets Over a relationship with me. makes me wonder why I'm not good enough.. You don't even have to give that up. Just wish you'd call and say what's up. Do you sleep peacefully? Is there any guilt or remorse when you think of me? do you even realize what you did to me when the personal creator who birthed me Tragically departed the earth early only two weeks after turning 18. You were nowhere to been seen searching for your teen. Her heart she let open bleed at that fateful scene. But if you're wondering, I'm alive and occupied, attempting to mend These shattered dreams of mine I don't despise. But I do wonder why I was a sweet young girl taking on a new lonely world. You'd be proud to know, i conquered it great with no supports and did what it takes to adapt and outlast. Forced to mature too fast i forgive as a daughter, but as a father i can never understand abandonment as your plan thus forfeiting being a man. Grieving you, but your not dead Your lost in your head. Eighteen - supposed to be when my life started.. But everything i loved, departed. Grieving a mother Wondering what happened to my father Its not fair to me, nor to the men i meet, that i want them to fill the emptiness that you could easily complete. I run when I feel love. I'm terrified to open up. For they may take it and run I will do me. You do you. Once i fully make peace with the truth I can be the me that was free and full of life before you disrupted my upbringing ------ Now I'm 28. I've processed the pain And I'm done playing   the waiting game. I no longer wish for you to care. To be there. I accept what is here. Ive had many nights Where I wasn't alright Flashbacks arrive The little girl wonders why. But, I did something different this time As I seen her in my brain I allowed the pain. Drop out of my mind And into my body. Experienced fully. Hyperventilating,   body convulsing Hardly breathing I finally let my body feel the pain I felt was real. I never allowed it. So I never healed. The inner child, She had to die So I can mature And start to raise my standards high. 1/3/26
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He sent his Son, his Word, A gift from above, His message is Love. Thank you dear Father, Thank you dear Mother, Blessing all people, Our sisters and brothers. The Word that heals All. I took his yoke it's  easy, He is the Way, the Truth, the Life, Healing the pain, let go of all strife. .
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
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// Not really a poem, just sharing my experience, I guess // I really don't know, How my dad found out about my poems, Maybe he went through my files and read most of the collections... Going through my stuff is something he has never done before, but on reading my poems, He said to me, ' *To many broken-heart poems, saying the same thing, about the same person, How long do you plan to be this way, lost and messed up??* ' and I said to him, ' Dad you wouldn't understand ' Well he left me with that, and he went to office and I to school, but later in the evening, he held out a box, It contained a watch, The brand name was Fastrack, and the tagline went as, Move-On!... I  made a poker face and told him, ' *I see what you did there dad... your puns are more killer than my poems...*  ' and he told me, ' *Your poems are pieces of **** you are still young* ' And I said again, ' *You wouldn't understand, Dad... Don't call them pieces of **** ' and then he interrupted me, saying ' When I was your age.... and I won't tell what happened next, just that with that classic line, came in more puns... but in the end, he told me - " *You are not the only one who has gone through all this **** " and with an expression I would call rather weird, he exclaimed..., " *Her lips tasted of wine, and soft hazel were her eyes...* " but I interrupted him in between, and went shouting, " Mom, Mom!!!.... " and he behind me, screaming, " Wait, You Hypocrite !! "
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Thanks Dad
I'm so tired of you You and your excuses
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
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