Daddy

by Brooke   May 3, 2007


He is my dad
&& keeps hurting me bad
I'm sick of all the lying
Sick and tired of crying
He will never be there
He never knows whats up in my life
He doesn't know I took a knife
Every lie makes apart of me die
He says he feels guilty for not returning my calls
But I still love him and all
He messed up his life with drugs and beer
I just wish I could kick him in the rear
He lost a lot of people in his life
&& hes about to lose another
That other is me
But he is my dad
&& keeps hurting me bad

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  • 17 years ago

    by XfaithXtrustXloveX

    Wow this is just great perfect god its really easy for you to write poems isn't it? Well keep up the work