Regret is a wicked feeling that keeps you up at night.

I tell myself this was how it was meant to be,

But I know deep down I should have done what I feel is right.

I should have told him of the feelings raging inside of me.

I don’t remember the moment where everything changed,

One day I was his most important person,

The next day our relationship had become estranged.

He went from seeing me as his daughter to seeing me as a burden.

If I could turn back the hands of time,

Tell him he was the cause of the pain I had to endure.

Then maybe, he would’ve changed and my dad would still be mine.

If I told him now I doubt my words would be the cure.

He is a man who hasn’t been my father for many years.

He will never know the kind of person I am today.

He will always be the source of my tears,

I try to hate him but my heart will continue to disobey.

So here I lay, in the middle of the night.

The words I want to say filling me with dread,

They are words that scream inside me as I pretend I’m alright.

These are the words that will forever be unsaid.