Daddy Please
You are so unforgivable.
Your words of hate,
your cold, cold heart.
I hear you scream,
I hear you yell.
How could you say the things you say?
How could you hurt those
around you?
Why do you shove?
Why do you physically hurt us?
Why do you verbally and emotionally
hurt the ones you love?
You weren’t always like this.
Don’t you remember?
Remember when we would play,
when we would read together?
Remember when you used to tell me
that you loved me?
I try to hold onto the father
I once knew,
but find it difficult to do so.
Where are you?
Who are you?
All these years I thought you were
special, different from other dads,
Loving, and caring;
but now my dreams are gone,
my hope is gone.
How can you live with yourself
knowing what you have done to me,
to my siblings,
to my mother.
You say that your words are not hateful,
then why do I feel like trash.
Why do I have bruises?
Not only on my heart,
but on my mind,
on my soul.
I want you to come back,
but not if you don’t fix it.
Not if you aren’t the father I once knew.
Where are you?
Please, change and come back.
Please.
I’m begging,
I’m praying,
and I’m broken.
I need the daddy I once knew.
I need his love,
I need his gentleness.
Were you always like this?
Were you always this cruel?
Daddy please,
come home.
