Father and Daughter

Picking up the blade,
She thinks back,
Back to her childhood,
When things were good,
And she was happy.
Back to,
When things were normal,
When she was oblivious,
When his acceptance was continuous,
When things seemed okay.
At some point all of that,
Slipped out of her hands,
Things slowly got worse,
And she felt remorse,
Prayed for things to return.
As she struggled,
To hold on to what was,
It slowly evaded her,
And she sunk lower,
Into whatever her parents wanted.
Time passed and tears fell,
Before she realized,
She couldn't be what they wanted,
That she had to be what she desired,
For herself.
They yelled and complained,
Saying they missed her,
The old her,
But she stood firm,
As much as she could.
She admitted,
That she wasn't perfect,
That she wasn't the best daughter,
But they threw laughter,
In her face.
She grew to understand,
Her oldest daughter,
But HE,
Never let himself see,
That he had been wrong.
Now their relationship,
Is broken,
Shattered to pieces,
And he continues to be merciless,
Forcing her to carry the pain.
The pain of knowing,
She'll never be good enough for him,
That all he sees,
When he looks at her,
Is his screw-up daughter,
Who can't do anything right.

Pulling the blade across her skin,
She let's the tears fall,
The tears of red and blue....