There is a lot that I would say to you, if only you would hear.

I would speak of how you hurt me and of how I hid my feelings from you.

Maybe then you would understand, why everytime you said that I was nothing but a disappointment-- I believed you.

You yelled at me everyday, I knew you would.

It was easier just to say that I did not matter, that I was the cause of your problems instead of admitting that everything wrong was you.

 

I was just a little girl, and all I needed was you.

A young girl just wants their father.

Just wants to be loved.

So why was I never enough for you?

Why did I not matter?

What did I do wrong?

 

I grew up.

I learned to move on knowing all the while that you would never care.

I gave up.

The decision had been made that you were hazardous to my mental health and I cut you off.

Don't come back and act like nothing is wrong.

You hurt me.

 

This is me telling you, I have finally moved on.