Dad. [Poetry D4]

You left me a long time ago.
You wouldn’t know me if I walked up to you.
Even though everyone says I am a spitting image.

Does it make you happy.
To know that you left me here in this world.
So alone and cold, to live on my own.

I hate admitting that I miss you.
I don’t even know you, even though I should.
Even though that little paper says your my Dad.

I can’t understand why you don’t call.
I don’t think you’ve ever missed me at all.
It’s no suprise, I never took you for the caring type.

I wish that you could be here now.
I want you to see me grow up and be happy.
But you never will, I wonder how that makes you feel.

I am your daughter, and you, your my father.
But there will always be a barrier that keeps us apart.
Lack, thereof, love.

Please don’t say I never tried.
Dammit, I tried too damn hard to make you love me.
People are stubborn, I know, I get it from you.

I love you Dad, I think.
I don’t know you, anymore, but you are blood.
Blood is supposed to be thicker than water.

I used to think I was the dissapointment.
No, Dad, you are and you always were.
I am not perfect but God forbid I turn into you.

Your a heartless son of a bitch.
You turn your back on your daughter.
You turned your back on me and I hate you for that.

I wanted to say that I miss you.
That I do unfotunately have love left for you.
See you in hell.

Written by Kayla