There you go again
With that
Same smug laugh
Like I'm just some
Big fucking joke to you
Thanks,
Dad.
Really feels nice.
Really what I need.
It's not like I'm your daughter or anything.
Does that mean anything to you?
You fucking psycho.
I bet you like seeing me in pain,
Hurt,
Broken.
Bloody and Purple.
I bet you like the feeling
Like you're in power
Like you're in control
But it's fine,
Dad.
Because
I never want to hear that
Same smug laugh again.
In fact,
I'd rather just
never have to see your
Same smug face again-
The one I'd like to bash against a wall
As many times as you hurt me.
So, no, don't
expect to see my face again
Because after you left
I gave up hope that
I'd ever see yours again, too.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
