Broken girl

I was always your number one rock star, and there are pictures of you holding me in your arms while protecting me from harm and inspiring me to learn how to play the guitar.

I wonder why you changed into this; you used to be so proud to be my dad. You're violent with your tone rather than your fists.

Although I'm grateful that you don't physically harm me, you make me feel miserable because money seems to be your only aim and you seem to find happiness when your income increases.

Why can't you just smile and be happy?
You might feel better for a while.
You never dry my tears as they flow; our disagreement is not a tiny one.

I love you with all of my heart, yet there is a void in my soul. I don't want our relationship to end because of this.

I regret the words I said, but it's hanging on by a thread. Can you not see the look on my face?
It's drawn in shameful, dark tones.

I think you just aren't aware of how much you mean to me. I wish I could have a father who would be there for his daughter no matter what.

Nothing I say ever seems to interest you.
I can no longer hide my tears as they fill my eyes as I turn away. If nothing changes soon, I'll be gone forever.