Not once you have have been here for me
Not once you have seen me in over a year
Not once you have answerd my question truthfully
Is it that hard,
To just be there when a daughter needs you
Is it that hard to not loose your temper
If you wouldn't have said or had done that
Could or would you still be here
I lye in bed at night asking myself these questions
To the point wherei can't sleep
To the point where I want to hurt myself
To the point where I just don't, want to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Great start, Kelsie. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks