To My Daughter

My heart cries for her everyday
I try to mend her pain away
But everyday something new comes
And breaks her down even more

I tell her, my daughter
That everything will be ok
But these days my words disappear
And she begins to bleed so often again

Becoming pale and weak
“This time I cut too deep”
I hate the fact I can’t be there
To wipe her tear away at night

From a distance I have to watch
As people take advantage of her
I scream and yell to remind her I’m here
But my voice can only go so far

I wish she believed in herself
As I believe in her
That she is capable of so much more
But everyone just ignores

All I have to offer her are my words
And they aren’t the best I could give
At times my mind is somewhere else
When really it should be right here with her

I’m sorry that I can not mend you heart
I’m sorry I can not be there to pick you up
I wish I could always be there to take care of you
Be your true mother and be there for you

But I’m forced to stare at this monitor
Wishing I could wipe away your tears
Screaming in pain because you can’t see
That I really do care for you

Please do not look at that knife again
Look at that reflection and please see my face
Do not press down or your skin please
I’d rather die than to see you cry

I love you my daughter
I hate it that I can’t be there
To be your true mother
I hate this f u c k ing monitor

Do believe me when I say I care
I do not want to see you leave me
Or bleed for him or me
Because I’d rather take my life

Than to see yours fly by

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this poem is for Jenny.. My "daughter"