When the people who gave you life are also what makes you consider taking it,
There is a problem.
Every single night I brush my teeth in an attempt to wash away the sound of you
Slamming the door as you leave.
But I can still taste the bile in the back of my throat
That is the EXACT same flavor as you leaving me behind.
You, you are supposed to be my best friend, and the hand I hold when I need help.
My shoulder to cry on when I need arms wrapped around me.
I needed your mothering presence and touch.
Except that's funny now because you are the last person
That I'd tell a secret to.
You, you were supposed to protect your dear, darling daughter.
That's pretty much written in the job description of "Daddy," isn't it?
You were supposed to beat up all the boys that would ever
Dare hurt your baby girl.
Except that's funny now because you are the one hurting me
I never imagined my heart could bruise so blue.