Ode to Daddy

It has been days since you cared about anything.

My only wish is to be loved by you.

Loved more than those circular pills that hide in delicate capsules.

 I cannot give you what you want.

A high that encompasses you, and creates a numbing sensation. 

For years I dreamt of a daddy.

Moments cherished and remembered by both daughter and daddy.

But instead, you wanted to be wrapped up in a world of oxys, opanas, and morphine.

Buying more and more until you pass out in that recliner. 

Other girls never came home to a picaturesque view like that.