It has been days since you cared about anything.

My only wish is to be loved by you.

Loved more than those circular pills that hide in delicate capsules.

 I cannot give you what you want.

A high that encompasses you, and creates a numbing sensation. 

For years I dreamt of a daddy.

Moments cherished and remembered by both daughter and daddy.

But instead, you wanted to be wrapped up in a world of oxys, opanas, and morphine.

Buying more and more until you pass out in that recliner. 

Other girls never came home to a picaturesque view like that.