True story put into a poem. |
Dear daddy, I don’t think you imagined how disappointed you’d be with me. I’m empty daddy, I wanted to be your little princess, but now I can’t be. Not looking like this, feeling so low. Why don’t you look me in the eyes anymore? I’m still your little girl. I don’t blame you though, I don’t love me either. The way you looked at me, when you walked in… blood running down my arms, tears streaming down my face, and a tiny piece of silver in my hand, broke my heart. But do you even care? You didn’t stop me, you called me crazy and walked away. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to find out like this. But it’s okay, because I do it for attention, right? I’m a freak, right? I’m c r a z y. That’s what you said anyway. That hurt me daddy, worse than the razor ever could. I’m you little girl, I’m not crazy. Or maybe I am? Maybe I deserve the pain. Every single cut and scar, I deserve them. Thank you daddy, for not telling me you love me in over 5 years, for calling what I love stupid, for judging me on my insecurities, for reminding me just how worthless I really am. You’re right, I’m not your little girl anymore. I’m an angel, and I’m ready to go home daddy. |