Father dear,
I thought are love was unbreakable, undoable, able to withstand anything. Then drugs interested you and caught your attention. I was no longer your world or your everything. You rather get high then be in your true mind, but what you don't understand is that when your on drugs daddy you're just not you. I need the real you. I need your advice, your opinion, your insight. I tell you I want to throw my life away and that you have hurt be but you don't care. I tell you I've slit my wrists and my thighs are scarred yet you still carry on. You pop your pills, snort your drugs, and smoke your weed.
Father you have lost my respect and my love. I can't look you in the eyes anymore. I can't tell you how I feel anymore. What happened to us and everything we where. I miss you, the real you. Not some doped up loser. Father I hope one day you find it in your heart to stop and be with me.
