you hurt us all. you stood and laughed. hovering in the corner the tears pouring down my face. shivering in fear cold sweat rolling down my skin. how could you? why would you think this was okay? you hurt your family. you left scars all over my being. how could a father do that? … to his baby girl.. why do you not love me? am i not good enough? did i do something wrong? WHY?!
you blame me. for Everything. you said it was My fault. i was so young. i believed you. i trusted you. i loved you. but things are different now. you say you try you say you’re sorry but i Know it is heartless. each word tumbling off your tongue…a lie.
i am older now. almost 18. what happened years ago still haunts my dreams, my every move, my every thought. i fear people. i blame myself. each day is affected by what you did and are still doing.
i don’t know where in this world you are at and i honestly do not care. i just wish you could see out of my eyes and realize…
the day you touched the day you hit the day you squeezed the day you yelled the day you lie the day you stabbed the day you blamed…… i was 11 when you marked my skin but i was born when you decided to love yourself more than your little girl.
i hate you….. dad…
– Kendall R.