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Hannah Chin Oct 2018
deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burni­ngin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
ican­notcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
C­hild
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
­.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
is­till
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.
I originally wanted to write something about suicide but this came out in the end. This is about a battle that most people can't see. But it is a battle that goes on within all of us.
Becca DeMateo Oct 2013
I still can't get over the fact that you said goodbye.
All those tears I cried.
All those wounds I have cut.
I never felt enough.

Yea i get it, your new family is better.
But i am your blood,
your youngest daughter.

I was daddy's little girl.
You were my hero.
I remeber when we saw Rob Zombie
That's one of my favorite memories.
I'll never forget...

I'm sorry I said those words.
Got ****** and shouted back.
But your new wife daddy,
she's got some loose nuts.

5 years later daddy,
you have missed so much.
The first boy i kissed,
The first time i cried,
over some stupid guy...
You missed so much, you missed
my life..

I get a call from my grandma,
She says your dying.
I can't believe this,
I'm the only one you want to see.
I always knew you still loved me.

I get there and I ****** up,
i disobeyed her rule,
DON'T BRING YOUR, GRANDMA, YOUR MOM. ONLY BRING YOU!
Now there dragging me down the hall.
I'm screaming no daddy no!
Please let me explain,
Please don't make me go...

You tell me i can't see you again,
that was the last time.
and no I'm dying..atleast not for a while.

I drown my sorrows in drinks and fun.
I try my damdest to forget about what you've done.
Then one day while i was at work.
You walk thru the door, i thought i was berserk.
I start to cry, no this isn't true.
My daddy has come back.
I run to you.

You tell me you found God and
you left your wife.
You tell me the docs say
you've got 4 years left of life.

Things are  really good now,
you moved back to town.
you come to my work
Just to clown around.

Then one day...
The visit start to fade.
You have been so busy.
I feel like i am in your way.
Then the next thing i know,
you're back with your wife.

I support you in hopes you
won't leaveme again
I should have learned the first time,
but i never will

I named my son after you,
and now your gone again.
you're going to miss his first words
his steps,
his laugh.
You're going to miss his life.


Do you even care that i miss you dad?
I really hope she is better then that.....
This was exstreamly hard for me to write, i never really delt with my dad leaveing my life. i was at such a fragile stage in my life. and i would have done anything, to take back the fight i had with his wife. the horrible thing is..it wasnt even a serious fight. but she said she would leave him if i didn't so i packed my bags and walked out the door. he told me not long after words, i wasn't allowed to contact him, i had to wait for him to contact me. so i did...everyday. sorry for the sob story..i hope you enjoyed

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