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Daddy Don't...
The door slams open with a bang
You're all messed up again
What is it this time…alcohol,heroin, coke or pills?
Pick your poison...I won't tell.
(Daddy don’t fall)
I’ve seen it all too many times
You started yelling again
what did we do this time?
"go to your room!!"
(Daddy don’t yell)
The doors slam; the windows rattle
the sound of flesh upon flesh
the cracks of broken bones
bones fragile from so much abuse
blood splashed across the off-white motel room wall
splashed with the touch of an artist
you practiced it well; the art of abuse
You mastered it like the tyrant you were
(Daddy don’t hurt her)
How many times did I cry for you?
Why did I bring you back?
I should have left you; like you left me
Your body was there; your mind long gone
(Daddy don’t go)
It’s finally over
I never wanted look back
but it’s burned in to my vision
you burned in it well
you made a scar that will never heal
and I’ll never fully look away
I never wanted it to be this way
I didn't want to hate you
You made me do it
You taught me how to hate
(Daddy don’t come back)
This poem brought on a flash-back to when my dad was drinking. It's always the same thing. They blame you for things that aren't your fault just because they're too messed up to know the difference. Reading this was like being 13 all over again, standing in my parent's living room while I watch my dad throw another one of his alcohol-induced rages and hope that I don't get caught in the middle this time around. I still talk to my dad, and I've learned to forgive him for what he put our family through. He had a heart attack back in 2002 and quit drinking the day he got sent home from the hospital. He's been sober ever since. Guess it just took him almost dying for him to be able to pull his head out of his ass.
Wow this is intense. I felt sick the whole time I read this :(. Amazingly written though xxx
Man, this was a powerful story...I enjoyed reading it.
I loved this poem. I can totally relate