Daddy Doesn't Love Me

by Chantley   May 19, 2005


~*~ I re-posted this poem cuz it was one of my favorites. Not very many poems will make me cry, but this one did me in! ~*~

Daddy please just listen
For the first time hear me out
Lets talk without an argument
Please lets not scream and shout

If I was to die tomorrow
How would that make you feel
Because you don't even know me
You don't talk to me for real

Would you even cry dad
I mean why would you even care
I'm crying cuz I love you
But I know you won't be there

You treat my sisters better
Your even nicer to their friends
So I think I'll just commit suicide
I just want it all to end

I don't want our relationship
To stay the way it is
Care for me like you care for them
I mean I'm still your kid

I don't know why you hate me
Mom still cares like she did
I mean you used to love me
Way back when I was a kid

I remember we'd be in the car
and you'd turn your head toward me
And I already knew what would happen
I'd jump cuz you'd tickle my knee

You always used to do things like that
The little things that mattered
But since I've began to grow up
You hate me and my hearts shattered

I can't change how you think or the way that you feel
But no matter what I'll always love you still

But please just think about what I said
Our relationship shouldn't be like this
Cuz you'll be hurting when I'm dead

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  • 6 years ago

    by Deborah West

    I'm going through a lot with my father right now. I don't know if it's because I'm facing a monumental moment (to me, anyway) of turning 60 this summer, or due to the fact that he needs guidance at his age. I've never been a daddy's girl (my parents divorced before it became a thing) and lived with family before going into foster homes. Right now, I feel as if I should be guiding my father but he's always valued his current friend's ideals and, most importantly, how good they make him feel. The more attention you give him concerning how great a guy he was, "back in the day", the better. Because I know him and what really happened, I can't "make pretend" he's a great guy. What I'm getting at is sometimes they won't care when you die (my younger sister passed away a couple years ago and it was like he thought they were there to see HIM. Just to let you know, sometimes it's just not about you but about his deficiencies. I was hoping this would help but atleast shows me that I'm not alone.

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