Trudging the Waters

Daddy, why do they hate me?
I did no wrong to them.
Love, it's the scars on your arms
they're afraid you'll contaminate them.
Daddy, why doesn't he love me?
I loved him through thick and thin.
Boo, you care too much
for people you cannot mend.
Daddy who do I feel a hole
in my small, bruised chest?
Will I always be this way,
or will I be happy like all the rest?
Dear, someday you'll be happy-
the hole you feel will be filled with love.
Remember, God put on on this earth
to help, to give, and to love.
You were born with a gene that came from me,
the gene of addiction,
the gene that's a tease.
I'm sorry baby but you're not like the rest
and that's why you feel this sorrow
deep in your chest.
These feelings of confusion
are normal, you're human
the angst and the suffering I understand too.
But listen to me, and listen up good;
I don't want you to trudge
the waters I stood.
So take all the alcohol away from your life
throw out the razorblades, the drugs
and the strife
Because you don't want to see
the things that I saw
when the hole in my chest
was open and raw.
You have an advantage,
you're learning this young,
so darling, please wipe your tears
and take your hand off that gun.

written by Haley Bennett
December 8th, 2006