Are you ready to watch your daughter die

It's coming in the night
it waits for the weak
you can't run you can't hide
it finds you every time
it got me
will it get you
will you feel the pain of the knife
cutting threw your broken life
well you shed a crystallized tear
knowing that soon i will
be no where near
will you feel the hurt
of a thousand men fighting for there rights
will you ever feel the pain of knowing that your
dad never loved you
no you will just sit here and watch me die
no tears no blood
just your broken heart
thats made of mud

- this poem is for my dad i hope that one day i will be able to give him these poem's so he can know all the hurt that he's causing me.i said thath i would stop writting but i can never do that but it's really hard to do it right now so i don't know how much i'm going to put on here anymore.please tell me what you think of this poem and vote on it.it really does mean alot thanks so much
aunabeth