Dear Daddy

As I sit down to write my last poem,
what I was born to do,
for I can only write my reasonings in this,
explaing what I have to do.
Explaing might be hard though,
but the pain has become unbearable,
everyone think they know, but they will really see now,
that because of your hatred I have become quite unstable.
So, as I sit and write this,
with this poage and my wrists stained red,
the time rushes, so there's barely enough time,
I rush so that when you find me, I'll be still abnd dead.
I've always hated to dissapoint you,
So I sucked it up, too scared to breathe, ignoring the protest of my lungs,
I wanted to impress you,
for once deserve your love.
Yes daddy, this was because of you,
because I so desperatley wanted your love,
but, you ignored me,
you're the reason for my death, and my forever flowing blood.
Every drop of blood,
and every inch of my still form,
Will remind you, and haunt every one of your thoughts,
of the daughter you completely ignored.
I'm sorry daddy,
that I wasnt wat you wanted,
but I fixed the problem daddy,
I'm going to go, I'll soon be dead.