When you took at your phone and asked me to smile
And tell you I loved you, I just waved you off
I didn't notice the suitcase on the floor
Or the sadness in your face.
I just knew you and momma had been fighting;
Locked up in your room for hours, silent.
I didn't think on it much, momma was always mad.
I miss those days. Anger is better than cold grief.
I cry on the inside. My momma is broken.
I know I'm not enough. I'm sorry momma.
I can never replace him, I wish you didn't love him.
He ruined our family, can't you see that?
The hatred I feel for you isn't fake,
I don't want you around. Not after what you did.
How can you hurt your own daughter that way?
But I miss having a daddy. Why did you do it?