I wish I was daddy’s little girl.
I would dance into his arms in till my feet hurt.
I would have someone to hold me close when I got scared.
I would have someone protect me from the beatings.
Instead I have to dream about it with my grandma.

Why is it so hard to talk about?
Why can’t it be true?
Why did you have to leave?
Please come back, Can’t we talk?

But none of this will happen.
As I sit here and cry for you.
No daddy to share memories with.
Why me, why god.

I’m so glad grandma’s here.
As she encourages me with her words wisdom.
Now’s she’s all I got.
Since you’re never around.
My grandma is always there for me,
And helps me when I need it.
You weren’t there when I needed you the most,
Not even a little bit.

I think of all my other friends.
Whose dad’s are by their side through it all?
It makes me so mad that I want to just run and hide.

Why, why did you have to leave?
I think as I lay here in bed.
All these terrible thoughts of you,
Are tearing through my head.

Sometimes it hurts so much.
As if I’m going to die.
Instead I sit so perched on the porch.
Trying so hard not to cry.

I’m trying to forget it now.
I’m trying so hard.
But in my mind I know I can’t.
My heart is far to scarred.

Did I do something wrong?
Why do you hate me?
Why must you keep this pain in me?
For so very long.