She is the most beautiful thing in my life.

The only thing I did right.

But I worry for her, she

don’t talk to me, so

I don’t come home so I

don’t bother her. It pisses me off.

Who does she think she is?

She shakes when she’s near me.

 

I know I’ve made mistakes.

I can’t forget her words when she was in

That hospital room,

“It’s because of how you treated us as a

family.”

 

What the fuck was I supposed to do?

It hurts.

 

Then when she back in the

hospital and the doctors telling me what I did wrong.

What the fuck do they know? They don’t know my daughter like I do. It’s all a

bullshit.

She doesn’t need the pills. It’s lies. She just needs to toughen up. She’s weak spirit,

weak mind.

If she only let You in

 

I promise You and her,

I will bring her back

I will bring her back

If it’s the last thing I do

I will bring her back.

 

Amen.