It has been days since you cared about anything.
My only wish is to be loved by you.
Loved more than those circular pills that hide in delicate capsules.
I cannot give you what you want.
A high that encompasses you, and creates a numbing sensation.
For years I dreamt of a daddy.
Moments cherished and remembered by both daughter and daddy.
But instead, you wanted to be wrapped up in a world of oxys, opanas, and morphine.
Buying more and more until you pass out in that recliner.
Other girls never came home to a picaturesque view like that.