Daddy when I call out for your name,
Why don’t you come?
Daddy when I ask for your help,
Why don’t you help?
I am your daughter,
Not only that, but I am your first born…
Does that not mean anything to you?
Of course it doesn’t when all you can do…
Is think about your next high…
But at the end of it all you will have lost the only family you have due to the fact that you have never cared…
And when you did it never seemed to exist…
I wish and wish again that my memories of you would go away because these thoughts are denying the happiness I deserve…
Is that what you want?
If you can’t be happy, then your family can’t either?
The family you think you have will be long gone when you finally sober up, and realize the fact that you’re only killing yourself…
You’re only making it easier and harder to forget you
So low as to just give up on me…to blame me for everything that goes wrong…
You chased Mommy away, you made her cry…
Making her watch you kill yourself, at least Mommy knew when to stop
She knew that her children were more important then the next 420
She knew that if she didn’t stop then she wouldn’t have her children, she wouldn’t have the family she has now…
So with this I ask you…
Daddy where did you go?