Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy....

    I was wondering how you could turn your back on the ones you love for some miserable thing that's just destroying your life; crack-cocaine...or do you even care? You abused me and you hurt me in so many ways mentally and physically that it's going to take me a long time to trust you and forgive you...You do not understand what you're doing!!! I love you to death daddy but if you don't get off the drugs I will not be any part of your life. It's pretty damn bad that you steal just to get something, and then you go out at 3 in the morning and expect no one to be worried about you in these streets of hell that we live in....It's a rough neighborhood and it's hard seeing you going out there wondering if you'll be getting killed by some big time dope dealers, or you just get in a drive-by shooting with some gangsters. I still remember when I went walking down the street at 3 am looking for you and got jumped by some of your little druggie-friends...Wow, it's a damn good thing that a 15 year old knows how to carry a knife in her pocket...I will never be anything like you (at least that's what you always said) When I was younger I looked up to you, but now that you're turning into some majestic asshole it seems that I don't even know who you are anymore, because I thought I was always supposed to be daddy's little girl....But, you go and act childish....I've been asking myself lately who's the role model supposed to be? Should I really have to look at you and tell you not to do this and do that...or should you be the one telling me to do these things? I know how you always wanted for me to get a good education...Well, dad you messed that life up for me...I tried getting a good education, but because of you I could not concentrate on the better things in life, because of what you were doing to me. I just wish you would stop and think how much you affect the people around you, but I doubt you'll ever see how much torment and abuse I went through with you....I still remember that night when I had to hit you over and over in the face to get you off me...You were acting like a hideous monster, and it never came across to you, and now that you live so far away....It's nice sometimes,  but there are times when I just wish you'd call or something because sometimes it sure is nice to hear those three little words, "I love you"....but I'm guessing since you weren't there for me then that you won't be here for me now....



Love,
Your DAUGHTER