Poetry (Gone)

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.