It's Venting Time
I miss you so much Daddy! Yes I do still call him that, I don't want any of them other kids calling him that either
Every night you tucked me in and told me to go to bed,
I lay there awake thinking about my day,
I was 5 then,
Now that I’m 12,
You’re not in the house anymore,
I can’t yell ‘Daddy’ when I have a nightmare.
I can’t call for you every time I cry,
I wish you would’ve never got in that fight with mom,
Because I still want you here,
I remember when you called me princess,
And read me Harry Potter books when I went to bed,
I remember the day when you killed that spider that was on my blanket,
When I was little, I remember calling for Mom all the time because I refused to call for you,
Now I realize that, I did it because i thought that I was supposed to love her more,
I’m crying as I type this,
You don’t know how much it hurts,
I lay here in my bed,
Missing how you it used to look like,
How it looked when you read to me,
While you were sitting on the end of my bed
My walls were purple
I had a queen sized bed,
The comforter was pink with purple flowers and butterfly’s on it
I had a white night stand
And toys all in my room
I didn’t cry when I went to sleep thinking about you
My dresser was up against my wall
With a very small T.V. on it
Back then I thought nothing could go wrong
I didn’t think that it was weird that mom sent me and Haley to Nana’s house
I didn’t know what she meant when she said that you weren’t coming back
I didn’t know why Haley was crying
All I did was ask where you went
I didn’t ask why you left
But now if I could choose where I went that night
I would stay with you
Maybe then I wouldn’t cry every night
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel alone
Maybe then I wouldn’t have to put up with everything
Maybe then I wouldn’t have to be strong
All I would have to do was call you when I cried
Or when I had nightmares
Or when I need someone to love me
Maybe then I wouldn’t have two kids that aren’t yours call you Daddy
Because on the inside I’m broken
I’m weak
I’m torn
And I’m hurt
Maybe then I would still go to church every week
Maybe then I wouldn’t have anger issues
Or get hurt over little things
I might even trust people
But now I don’t
I’m scared
And
I
Miss
You
I lay there awake thinking about my day,
I was 5 then,
Now that I’m 12,
You’re not in the house anymore,
I can’t yell ‘Daddy’ when I have a nightmare.
I can’t call for you every time I cry,
I wish you would’ve never got in that fight with mom,
Because I still want you here,
I remember when you called me princess,
And read me Harry Potter books when I went to bed,
I remember the day when you killed that spider that was on my blanket,
When I was little, I remember calling for Mom all the time because I refused to call for you,
Now I realize that, I did it because i thought that I was supposed to love her more,
I’m crying as I type this,
You don’t know how much it hurts,
I lay here in my bed,
Missing how you it used to look like,
How it looked when you read to me,
While you were sitting on the end of my bed
My walls were purple
I had a queen sized bed,
The comforter was pink with purple flowers and butterfly’s on it
I had a white night stand
And toys all in my room
I didn’t cry when I went to sleep thinking about you
My dresser was up against my wall
With a very small T.V. on it
Back then I thought nothing could go wrong
I didn’t think that it was weird that mom sent me and Haley to Nana’s house
I didn’t know what she meant when she said that you weren’t coming back
I didn’t know why Haley was crying
All I did was ask where you went
I didn’t ask why you left
But now if I could choose where I went that night
I would stay with you
Maybe then I wouldn’t cry every night
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel alone
Maybe then I wouldn’t have to put up with everything
Maybe then I wouldn’t have to be strong
All I would have to do was call you when I cried
Or when I had nightmares
Or when I need someone to love me
Maybe then I wouldn’t have two kids that aren’t yours call you Daddy
Because on the inside I’m broken
I’m weak
I’m torn
And I’m hurt
Maybe then I would still go to church every week
Maybe then I wouldn’t have anger issues
Or get hurt over little things
I might even trust people
But now I don’t
I’m scared
And
I
Miss
You
5 Comments
( Ya spelt ' hurts ' incorrectly in thee Introduction Arena)
My parents also divorced when I had been five Years of age. My father has married now approximately nine times and hasn't had any other children in his life besides me; only child. My father is not able to have anymore children thanks to a procedure. Interesting.
This above Poem is absolutely stunning assocaiting dullness towards isolated emotion.
SWeet Quiz Story.
{ Thee second comment had been a mistake}
thank you, I was in second grade whe it happened. My dads only been married twice and now i have a half sister. Oh and sorry i was typing fast.
Much WelCome.
( Ya spelt ' hurts ' incorrectly in thee Introduction Arena)
My parents also divorced when I had been five Years of age. My father has married now approximately nine times and hasn't had any other children in his life besides me; only child. My father is not able to have anymore children thanks to a procedure. Interesting.
This above Poem is absolutely stunning assocaiting dullness towards isolated emotion.
SWeet Quiz Story.