You left so quickly I barely had time to try to make you stop.
A father is suppose to defend their daughters honor, was I not worth that?
Life is hard, yeah I get that, but life shouldn't be this hard not this soon.
You see I'm only eighteen, the world at my finger tips, but all I can think of is how long I've waiting for just one ounce of love.
No, this couldn't be what life is about, if so I don't want any part of it.
I was molested age nine.
Do you even know? Did you ever listen to my strained voice with depression laced through it like venom.
As I sit in a mental health asylum on suicide watch, no laces in my shoes, no bra, nothing to potentially hard myself with.
Who would care anyways? My own father only cares how other people see him, but has done nothing to help with my mental state that he caused.
No, this could never be his fault. There is a cup that says #1 DAD on it, this must mean it's true.
One of five kids and I am the only one who has any sense about myself.
Yet I am the child he treats the worse.
Did I mention I have seizures, you would think he would care, but all he says is "don't have them around me."
How insensitive is that?
Life is tough, but am I really strong enough to carry on?
XOXO Rachel...
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Life is Tough, but so are You!
PoetryThis is just poems that help me release what I have been through and hopefully it helps someone else. XOXO Rachel
