I was left to conquer feelings in my adolescence that he could not fulfill in his manhood.
you drop the bottle
i pick it up
daddy to be like you
hermit to the shell of my room
emotions cause the commotion in my soul
daddy
i long for the love you had given to her
golden in stature
i am left with the dried flowers to her bouquet
daddy i can not bear the weight to my love of those distant and cold as yourself
like a little girl i run to them
bringing out my first aid kit
using all my bandaids for others
daddy
when i slip and fall
why does your hand pull towards the bottle rather to mine ?
used up bandaids
the blood cannot stop
daddy will you save me ?
