Dear Daddy,

By lockupthedoors

Beatten, battered, bruised, and broke.
Still you treat me like a joke.

How many times must I die
For you to see that I won't cry.

Magazines across the floors.
Red flowers growing over sores,

Laying lifeless with the ground.
Silent lips scream peacful sounds.

Unlike you, I do not lie,
So I'm telling you I will not cry.

Twist words. Bend time.
Break hearts. Break mine.
Destroy bridges. Burn homes.
Kill the people. Snap the bones.

See the truth you stupid whore,
That they don't love you anymore.

The way you walk, the way you speak.
You want me dead, but I'm not weak.

I like to think Hell's where you'll wait.
Devil won't let you in his gates.

I used to think I could not drown,
Then you had to let me down.

You raised me up, gave me your all...
The higher you are the harder you fall.

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Published on Sunday, July 8, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This is for my dad all of it. I don't care what you say about one part contradicting another because this is exactly how I feel

Comments on "Dear Daddy,"

On Saturday, March 3, 2012, terris crimson (167) wrote:

this is so sad, but beautiful. your works are somewhat like mine. sad and beautiful.
On Thursday, March 1, 2012, lockupthedoors (20) wrote:

Mommy doesn't like it but she doesn't know what to do either. The only time she's ever had to support people single-handedly was herself in college
On Wednesday, February 29, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

What does Mommy have to say about all of this, or are we hearing her through you perhaps? Sorry you're so down, cheers and hope this was cathartic too.