prettylittlepoet

Father

Alone.

My hands cover the sound 

Of another broken bone,

Awarded to her by the one to which she is bound

To love and to cherish, that’s what they say

But he hates and neglects not just her but me

I sit and I wipe my tears away 

As I listen to the way she, 

Hurts.

 

He said that he loved me,

But he never did,

Daddy doesn’t love me

I’m not the perfect kid.

He ran away and he never looked back

He didn’t have not one regret

Further and further along the track 

He’s happier now, I bet.

Without me.

 

It wasn’t just me and my mum, but my sister too,

I held her in my arms as she sobbed it all out,

He left us wondering ‘what shall we do?’ 

Not knowing what all of this was about,

He found someone new 

Created a family of his own

Had a new baby too,

He doesn’t even care enough to phone.

Gone from his mind.

 

We went through a lot and it hurt like hell

But oh well,

we’re happier now my family and me

As we continue on just us three.