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Tears of blue


Stinging pain stabs my skull as it smashes into the white plaster wall
My eyes well and my vision blurs over
I cough 
Gasping for air 
frantically blinking trying not cry
I look into his eyes 
Glowing with anger 
I stare 
And I decide to think 
daddy 
 
The last thing you would do in this position is think 
But I do it anyway
I think about his expression 
So curled up and stiff
His veins thread through his face so prominent on his brown skin 
I could trace them with my finger 
his hot breath on my face 
Panting 
His teeth bared and snarling 
I was terrified 
Yet I can remember your smile 
So foreign now but every once in awhile It can make me want to break down and ask for your acceptance as your daughter 
But I'm not 
To you I'm not your child 
Not anymore 
Daddy
 
I think of your actions 
So cruel and exposed I can see now but then it was good 
Even every time you yelled at me 
At least your noticed me 
Even when you punished me 
At least you were home that day 
Even when you broke my bones 
At least your alive 
I Loved you 
Daddy 
 
Yet things unravels 
when I was 9 
I never noticed that alcohol on your breath 
It was your smell
Not the smell of a drunk
When I thought every dad drank 3 cases a day 
When I thought going to buy beer was like going to candy store because you'd want to take me 
When I thought going to bars were special not just because they served alcohol 
Because they served you 
How can you expect me to love you after all you've done?
I know now that how I grew up wasn't normal
It wasn't normal for a dad to be gone months at a time 
it wasn't normal for a dad to drink at 8:00 am
It wasn't normal how I'd have to beg for love 
It wasn't normal how you treated me
But I was too loyal I obeyed 
And always praised you 
I always wanted you to love me 
Yet I'm here
Turning blue and choking on your grip 
I should've known that what we want the most kills you 
Dad
 
As you lift me off the ground
Your arm extended 
And slam me against the floor
and you walk away 
Like a child unsatisfied with its toy 
but you're not a child though
Do You know what you're doing ?
Do you ?!
you act as if nothing happened. 
As if you've done nothing wrong 
You blame me
You blame everything on everyone 
you deny being a drunk 
You deny ever being cruel
You Deny the torture you put not just me though 
You pour gallons of piety in there mouths just to make them choke and give in 
Yet You have the courage 
To show us of
And tell us different 
Don't twist the twisted ending 
You're twisted enough to ask for us after you through us away 
 
Yes you let go of my throat 
Yes you let mum take us to Hawaii 
But that's no reason to be father of the year 
it too late 
I've already let go of you 
you've lost everything and it was your choice 
As I'm crumbed on the floor
You left me and you left nothing good to remember by you 
Only tear soaked memories when I thought you cared 
When we went to stream to get rocks for the garden 
When we went on car rides to niagara falls  
When you came to get me at school when you were gone for months 
And You make me cry 
Seeing you so different 
Sometimes I can see a flicker of the one I remember 
It breaks my heart 
I don't feel bad for wanting you gone 
Yet the sad thing is I still miss you 
I miss the old you 
And idk where he went 
He wasn't perfect 
He wasn't kind 
But he was my daddy 
He was my dad 
He was my father 
And all I have to say now is 
 
goodbye daddy
Goodbye dad
Goodbye father 
 
And I can still feel the scar sewn in my skull 
 

 

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