Letter to the broken soul.
Dear dad,
You once told me not to cry,
Said that it would be alright.
You never mentioned all the pain,
Nor the heartache that it gave.
I once told you I was scared,
Said that things were just so bad.
I mentioned that I had no hope,
And there was no way for me to cope.
You once told me I'd be safe,
Said that I would be okay.
You never mentioned darkened skies,
Nor the lakes I'd have to cry.
I once told you I was proud,
Said I never had a doubt.
I mentioned that I was prepared,
To see the person you were bared.
You once lied about your mind,
Told me it would be just fine.
Lied about your lowly state,
And the scars that it had made.
I once lied about the hurt,
Told you my heart wasn't burned.
Lied about what's in my head,
And the nightmares the wounds bled.
You once lied about the pain,
Told me you could start again.
Lied about the aftermath,
And the drops that still were left.
I once lied about the signs,
Told you that I didn't mind.
Lied about the big effects,
And the fear to which it led.
Eventually it had to end,
Decided that by your own hand.
Just some rope that did the job,
Left behind a shattered heart.
Yours,
Your daughter
If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.
Krullebol
