by Aniya R., 13
A thief in the night, you left.
Stole happiness, and the sights of the future.
Ripped apart from my mother who held onto you tight.
And put your hand on the doorknob.
Committed crimes, broke in, and robbed.
For the love of your daughter, go back in time.
For the love of your daughter, take back your bitter, twisted lies.
For the love of your daughter, don’t flee before the sun rises.
For the love of your daughter, stay, and don’t leave my heart to decay.
Father, for the love of your daughter, you should’ve never went away.`
Oh father, you should’ve never forgot me, who I was, and how much I needed you to stay.
Now scars still surround my skin.
Now I wear armor made from tin, unable to let you come back in.
Cutting into the time you would begin to spend time away from home.
Now my heart is an open tomb.
For ones like you come and go.
The day you left sews the pain in my eyes.
That makes me want to cry because of your lies.
That caused my heart to die.
So please go back in time, and take back your bitter twisted lies.
And put the bottle down for the love of your daughter.
And don’t let your life get slaughtered, for you must take care of yourself before me, for you are hopeless.
How could you forget me?
Don’t you remember?
Don’t I trigger memories and brightness, in your world behind bars?
Or has your absence scarred you too?
For the love of your daughter, go back in time, put the bottle down, and take back your bitter twisted lies, and
Don’t put your hand on the doorknob.