The Father

Fri, 01/17/2014 - 15:05 -- Jenny


Inside my heart are a pile of needles, they stick me often, making me bleed internally

This pain is caused by an unknown man

A man that was never a father to his child.

I've lived 16 years, wondering where he was

The needles kept poking me, making me bleed; constantly.


I would always let my heart my mind wonder off,

To dream about girls

That have awesome relationships with their father,

But sadly every father cannot be the same.


An empty space sits in my heart,

Which will never be filled,

To think of you as someone who was there for me, 

Is the wrong thing to do,

For the hatred I have for you, you don'thave a clue.


How could someone be so cruel, 

As evil as the devil, and their heart made of stone

To leave your child un-fathered

The pain could never stop.


The growing anger I have for you dayby day, 

There's nothing on this Earth

That could ever take it away.

For as long as I live, Iwill always say,

That my father is a coward in each and everyway.


I grew up as a princess,

With no king.

I made it out just fine

And that's the best I could've said.

One day I'll tell the story, of my life without you,

How I felt, how I slept,

How every father's day passed as the most hurtful day in my eyes.


WhenI meet you, if I ever do,

You will surely know

How it felt day by day,

To live with such sorrow.


I congratulate you today, on stepping out of my life,

To make the pain follow me through, each day and every night.

You were supposed to be my shield,

My guide to every dazzling direction

The guy who loves me the most,

But didn't provide provide protection.



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