Dear Dad

Dear dad,

I am only what you made me

Just 7 years old when your brother raped me.

Yeah you felt some sort of remorse.

But then you just let it go.

All those times I didn’t wanna go home.

You keep walking in and out of my life.

I know you’re stressed out but that’s what we call life.

I’m 17 years old

A girl with daddy issues

But you’re so tied up with yourself you can’t even buy me tissues

I mean come on that’s the least you can do.

Then you wonder why me and Krys act out maybe its cuz of you.

Maybe Cuz we don’t have a dad who’s stable

Someone other than our mother to put food on the table.

Not to make you feel bad.

I just want to tell you what its like to have a revolving dad.

You make promises you can’t keep

You get mad when I don’t check on you but you don’t check on me

You say I always have my hands open

But I gotta feel with something cuz my heart is too full of pain.

All those nights thinking about you as rain fell on my window pane.

But its all good though you know

I’m 17 years old you could say I’m made of ice

Cuz my heart is so cold

But when you get cut off don’t blame me

You brought this on yourself and I’m happy with my mom

Your just mad cuz Joe’s been doing your job all along.

So what yeah

Maybe I’m being just a bit harsh

But that’s what happens when your dad only cares about himself

Cuz if you cared about me I wouldn’t be asking for help.