Daddy's Little Girl
Did you hear? It’s too late. I cannot say goodbye.
The tears running down my face, why did you have to die?
My dad is gone and there’s nothing left for me.
There’s nothing left for me to be.
The pain in my heart is now matched to the pain on my skin.
The blood coming to surface, I am his next of kin.
Can I really make those decisions as a kid?
What if it’s the wrong one, look what I did?
I don’t want to make decisions about what to do next;
I don’t want to answer any phone calls or texts.
I’m sitting alone in my self-pity,
Wondering if anyone cares if I disappear from this city.
I have to be strong, that’s what I’ve been told.
But the idea of you gone, I’m just not sold.
I have to accept it in order to grieve;
But I just don’t understand, why would you leave?
I’ve started to realize that if I continue to wallow,
I will lose sight of my tomorrow.
I know that you’re no longer here in person; it’s painful to say,
But with you as my angel, I have so much coming my way.
College is closer than it appears,
And you’re driving me to face my greatest fears.
You push me to better myself and writing this brings me closure.
I promise I’ll work hard, just help me move forward.
I’m writing this for myself, not necessarily to be heard.
The tears are welling in my eyes, and my vision is blurred.
Poetry helps me escape from the world.
This one is signed, from Daddy’s Little Girl.
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