
You screamed and cursed all of these years
Prayed to a god you didn't believe in
You refused to acknowledge my silent tears
While you were committing the worst sin
How could you not put the bottle down?
I was your daughter, your child
You were my world, but I was the fool, the clown
Sometimes you were sober, though every once in a while
Some years later, 18 years after I was born
I was so filled with hate, resentment for someone who was my father
I was just like you, realizing this, I became torn
But you never cared that I was your daughter
You would never know the pain I held inside
Or that I desperately prayed for you to get better
It wasn't until you, you drank until you died
I never got to say goodbye, or tell you my pain
You would never that I forgave you all those years ago
I couldn't pray yours or my pain away
I would never know the love of a father
But you would never know the forgiveness of your daughter



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