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Dear Daddy


Dear dad
“So don’t be afraid to face the world against all odds” ~ Yolanda Adams
You drilled that line in my head 
Not understanding that ,that was something too hard for you to live by
I knew you were struggling
 I knew you had a bug in you that you had to feed
 I knew you tried your hardest to be the best man that you could be
And I knew you were running away from reality 
but at the time I just didn't understand. I didn't understand 
why you chose that poison over me
why the drugs wouldn’t leave
Why we were always in need
And to be honest I didn't want to understand 
because in my mind no reason would have been a good enough reason for me
I wanted your love , 
your hugs , 
and your sober mind 
But all you kept giving was drowsiness, 
stolen things ,and hospital trips 
I hated you back then
The way your speech would get slow
And your eyes were always low
And how i had to beg you to pick your head up off the floor
but it took me awhile to realize
 that 
that was the time
 I should have given you all my love
I know that you needed it 
You were hurting and all I kept doing was bringing you down 
Pushing so much hatred on you
I knew that was the source of your frown
But it didn't matter to me 
Because as the drugs started 
Working
You began not to feel
A thing 
And the more numb you got 
The more pain I felt 
You ran away from life 
While I ran away from you 
But as much as I am sorry 
I am grateful 
You gave me an example 
Of what path not to take
You showed me would life would be 
Like if I choose that poison
And I know for a fact that’s not the road
I want to take 
Thank you
I hope one day you can 
Forgive me 
You're only daughter 
 
Sincerely, Daddy's little girl 
 
 
 
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