Dear daddy,
I cant be your little princess,
not anymore,
my tiara has fallen,
my heart has stopped trying,
my faith lost its going.
Dear daddy,
You said you'd be here
and waiting have I been
I can feel you
I can almost here your voice
but my eyes, they cant see you no more
and my heart -- it doesn't beat the way it used to
and my love isn't as strong as it used to be long ago
and my eyes, they don't recognize you anymore
Dear daddy,
I am five going on eighty four and you still say I'm your little princess
but the time for me to tell you no more has come
I cant be what you want
so I'll just be myself
Daddy, I thought you loved me
was my love not enough?
Were my trembling hands on your cold, cold skin not enough to warm you?
I cant be me dad, I cant be me I just found that out
so who will I live to be
when I want to die everyday?
Daddy, I'm so sorry. And I know I shouldn't be
but you have this weird way of making me feel guilty and I just want you to know, I just want you to know,
I have tried to piece back together my crown
but the pieces are far too small
and here I drown, gone.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry (Gone)
PoetryThis is like my diary, so everything you read comes from real and genuine emotion. I'd love it if you'd read and maybe like? For Damian, our love broke my heart, and ended yours.