Daddy?
Is that you?
I haven't seen you since...
I was born.
Thank you for making me who I am today,
Sad, lonely, and depressed.
I hope you're proud of your college mistake.
I make straight A's for you, and I try to be the best.
Thank you Daddy for setting fire to what I love,
Maybe depression is what I needed so I could finally understand.
What am I understanding?
That I don't need your face anymore.
That I don't need someone to tell me it's OK,
Because no one's ever done that so why do I need it now?
I suck a poetry....
YOU ARE READING
Attempts to Fill the Silence
PoetrySooooooo, I just thought that I need a place to put my poems that pop to my mind when it feels as though there is nothing left for me to hear in this world.
