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I felt so alone
My tears came down in tides
I couldn’t help but scream and moan

He seems to hate me so much
His words are so mean
I can bare his touch
Sometimes I cant handle being seen

What have I done to earn this
I know that I’ve done a lot of wrong
Those days of love and happiness I miss
But I can no longer be this strong

I just want him to stop and see
To listen to my thoughts and dreams
To realize what he’s done to me
His painful words do more to me then what they seem

My words are not about a guy
If they were, believe me, I wouldn’t be so hurt and mad
But since they came from who they did,
They’d make anyone want to die
This poem is about my dad
And how he looks through my eyes
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Confessions of a Daughter

Contributed by kisser89 on Sunday, 18th December 2005 @ 10:13:44 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Tonight my heart died
I felt so alone
My tears came down in tides
I couldn’t help but scream and moan

He seems to hate me so much
His words are so mean
I can bare his touch
Sometimes I cant handle being seen

What have I done to earn this
I know that I’ve done a lot of wrong
Those days of love and happiness I miss
But I can no longer be this strong

I just want him to stop and see
To listen to my thoughts and dreams
To realize what he’s done to me
His painful words do more to me then what they seem

My words are not about a guy
If they were, believe me, I wouldn’t be so hurt and mad
But since they came from who they did,
They’d make anyone want to die
This poem is about my dad
And how he looks through my eyes

Copyright Â© kisser89 ... [ 2005-12-18 22:13:44]
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Re: Confessions of a Daughter (User Rating: 1 )
by EVERxSOxSWEET on Sunday, 18th December 2005 @ 10:33:17 PM AEST
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I like it.
Its very truthful, and sometimes after hard nights poetry is the only way to escape. Good job.

Re: Confessions of a Daughter (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 18th December 2005 @ 11:06:50 PM AEST
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Very sad but great writing.
I'm sorry u feel so un-luved.
Hope things chage for the better.
huggs, prayer,
emy

Re: Confessions of a Daughter (User Rating: 1 )
by crow6279 on Monday, 19th December 2005 @ 03:12:12 AM AEST
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I feel for you and your relationship with your father. I have 2 daughters who I have tried hard not to scar. Let this strengthen you.

Re: Confessions of a Daughter (User Rating: 1 )
by Ari on Monday, 19th December 2005 @ 06:50:10 AM AEST
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Sometimes the only thing you can turn to is your pen (or keyboard)

Great write, I feel for ya, and I hope I will never make my future daughters (or anyone for that matter) feel the way you must feel.

Give yourself a giant hug

Ari

Re: Confessions of a Daughter (User Rating: 1 )
by outlaw_mutiny on Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 05:42:46 PM AEST
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hey it's yankees_rebel son
first off haylee thats a cute name and i like it
second off i would say i could relate to you but i cant my dad died when i was 17 but i liked this poem and if i can ever do anything to make you hurt even a little less i will

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