My father couldn't save me if I fell. My father couldn't help if I needed it. Wanna 

know why? His father wasn't a father so he couldn't be one neither. He got the job

but turned it down. I called and he accepted the job for others. Who am I to lie

and say I don't hurt or feel like the one who couldn't get him to come to the interview.

If my simple prayer had heard soon enough maybe it would've helped a little.

If a father is supposed to teach you the values of how your supposed to be treated..

Im guessing I'm supposed to rejected and abandoned. If only you could really see the

tears that fall when I spill my heart on these empty pages. If only he could see the 

pained fingers which rush across this paper to write about someone who only exist

when its beneficial to them. If only he could feel my empty heart because of the time

he missed that he can't make up. If I could only trade places so I could crush his 

heart as much as he crushes mine. If I could make him cry the oceans I cry when

I'm alone. If only... If only he could feel the emptyness when he speaks and feel

the shattered promises and heartbreaks that this girl has felt for years. Could he 

bare himself if he really knew? He'd probably preach that dumb ass sermon and

apologize that lame ass apology, give me a million excuses why he couldn't do this

or that or why he wasn't there for this or that. Then  make a promise to be there 

more only for him to shatter my heart into pieces again before anyone notices.

Maybe this time he'll blame it on the mother and give a billion different reasons

he couldn't call. Then I'll tell him to break a dish and when he does I'll tell him

to apologize to the dish. Then wait for the shattered dish to come back together.

Impossible right? Then maybe he'll understand. Wait... what the hell am I thinking

? He will never understand he walks in my shoes or we switch bodies and I do

everything he's done to me to him. If he had ever took the time to actually love me, 

He would've knew that my heart is as pure as a daughter's should be and I just wanted

time. The time and attention he never bothered to give me. It hurts to be broken and

it's hard to be fixed like nothing ever happened. It's even worse when you have to pretend

that everything OK but in reality I'm not OK. I'm the broken hearted girl because 

my father wasn't there and he didn't give a damn whether I was here neither there.

Would I be a fool to think he could really be capable of showing me love? Would I

be selfish or naive to believe that he could actually be telling the truth?