You said that you hope I don’t die,
As I’m about to make this eight hour drive.
I’m not sure why these words hit me so hard,
But I think you may have taken it too far.
Long ago you killed my spirit,
Whenever you told me not to be near it.
I watched you put the bottle against your lips,
And slip into a sweet abyss.
Then you would begin to hit her,
And my childhood drifted further.
Laughter turned into tears,
You were among my worst fears.
I could no longer say I was Daddy’s girl,
When the poison made your vision twirl.
And every night, it was you who I had to face,
As you called me your pitiful disgrace.
It was words here and there,
That made it very clear,
The shadow of my childhood slipped away,
And in the future I would not be okay.
Without my silent silhouette friend,
I tried to imagine an end.
For now I am all alone,
And a kid with a childhood that has been out grown.
Eleven years old with the mind of a teen,
From things behind doors that remained unseen.
And as I go on it only gets worse,
Because of you, it is life that I curse.
They say I’m heartless and empty,
Only because the verbal lashings were plenty.
Alcohol will change a person,
And the pain will never lessen.
The facades begin to crumble,
And I am left not so humble.
This child of yours has been destroyed,
It was her feelings with which you toyed.
I’m not sure why one phrase tore me apart,
But it was almost ten years ago that marks the start.
Relationships were broken,
By things done and spoken.
And a child became an adult,
When you put her spirit at a halt.
I have been dead since long ago,
When the pain began to show.
So I sneer at your claim,
As you put me to shame.
Because little do you know,
My spirit was killed long ago.
You said that you hope I don’t die,
As I’m about to make this eight hour drive.