Sometimes, Dad

You said you’d always be there for me
Whether it be near or far
But you’re not and that’s what hurts the most
I’ve never stopped needing you
What have we become?
Bonded by a blood line
Supposed to be the strongest one
But we drifted apart, so our journey has yet begun
Our love is strong, or have we forgotten?
The days and nights you held my hand
Telling me everythings okay, and that you understand
Now those days and nights seem to have vanished
I’m by myself, my hearts becoming famish
I was a fool to trust and believe
Everything you’ve ever said to me
I tell myself you are not the one
Because all you do is steal my fun
I don’t know why I still care so much
It’s not like you have a heart, or anything of such
You threw me away when I was 11 years old
You told me stories, that were left untold
I don’t know how to let you go
I still love you but the question remains
Do you still care? Do you still love me though?
These are questions I know will never get an answer
Because your life has become nothing but a freelancer
I sometimes miss you dad,
But I know you don’t miss me, and that’s too bad
I’m your daughter not a piece of garbage
So why can’t you be a man and tell me how you really feel
Maybe then I can accept the fact you don’t want me
And that this life I’m living without you is real

Stephanie Davis
December 2020