Taking a little break, but my thoughts are still writing stories.
When I was younger,
They called me Daddy’s little girl.
I was still a child,
soft, unknowing,
too innocent to imagine
we would slowly fall apart,
splitting apart, piece by piece,
until he broke me all at once.
He shattered me with his words,
those words:
“Go take your life, I don’t care.”
And I believed him.
I carried them like a promise,
tried again and again
to disappear,
just to prove I could,
just to keep my word.
He shattered me with the cruelest echoes,
those words:
“You’re too small, too fragile, no one wants that.”
So I forced myself to change,
to take up less space,
to reshape every inch of me,
to become someone worth choosing,
only to realize
He was the one who needed fixing.
He shattered me with everything he ever said,
those words:
“You’re nothing more than a child.”
And I knew that,
I was eight.
Just eight years old,
yet old enough to feel
like I was already too much,
or not enough at all.
And it’s been years since.
But some nights,
lying awake, staring at the ceiling,
I drift back
to when I was just
Daddy’s little girl,
nothing more,
nothing less,
just a little girl
in a pink dress.
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Author:
GURPREET (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem holds the part of me that never got to be a child.
- Category: Sad
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Comments8
so sad but well written
Thank you 🤍 I’m really glad you felt something through it.
most certainly, a good write
Well done,sad
Thank you so much 🤍 I appreciate it.
Quite powerful! Thank you! Regards from New York.
Thank you so much! It means a lot that it reached you all the way in New York 🤍
A poem that emphasizes the part that is susceptible to suggestion and damage. Well done
I really appreciate that. That’s exactly what I was trying to express, so it means a lot that you felt it.
You are most welcome Gurpreet
I too, long for the days of a perfect childhood--swinging on swings and dancing in the sun
I think I need to buy a pink dress
This poem is very beautifully written
That’s such a beautiful image 🥺 thank you so much. And yes… maybe we all deserve a pink dress moment sometimes 🤍
You define with clarity the deficits in your relationship - those all being your father's. No advice can be given - just the hope that you manage to work through this and not let it damage the rest of your life.
Thank you for your kind words. I’m trying to work through it, one step at a time 🤍
You are something more than a child .
You are innocent , you are wise .
Very sad , beautifully written .
Thank you… that really means a lot to me 🤍
You are most welcome .
this is so very sad - harsh words can remain embedded in the mind and heart forever, and sometimes rarely heal.
but realize you are much bigger than he has realized, and forge ahead with determination and clarity - wish you peace of mind
Thank you 🤍 I really appreciate your kindness and your words of encouragement.
most welcome..stay strong, safe and happy and realize your self worth so that no one can ever make you feel inferior..
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