Pains

She said the pain was there

Unclear of what was to appear

Her daddy was the key and he was no salvation to her

He calls but no answer

Its as if a dark hand was covering every inch of his body

Cuz she could count on no body

But still the calls where screamed and still the answers not redeemed

It all seemed unclear, it was so nuclear

Cant she see he wasn’t here?

Cant she feel his body drifting at the pier

She was alive, but so is a tree as it carrys a beehive

The calls never stopped and the ring was never clear

And the daughter could feel the pain

As her father was the pain she couldn’t strain

When he said he was leaving

She felt like a blade was going through and she could stop breathing

She could see herself making a surprise breakfast when she was 11

To wake up that morning as though in heaven

Just to see her dad smile was reward enough

Now she could barely stand him as she tries to act tough

That’s what happens when the pedestal was so high

When they fall off, its always to late to say goodbye

See, she wasn’t the type to put her feeling up like a billboard

She leaned to keeping it built in like a brick wall

She told me blood doesn’t run through her like everyone else

 she knew she was different, cuz when she would get cut

her insides would burn  the floor and everyone around her

her arteries were filled with lava

She couldn’ handle it anymore

She wanted water to even the score

See what her dad did only made her erupt

She started using poetry to wash out the bad luck

So she used the paper as a bucket and ink for the cure.

so the ink was the key

to express these emotions that couldn’t build up anymore

cuz even though her insides where formed from products of minerals, she was not a mountain

she needed to crumple to grow stronger

 Even to this day, her dad was the pain she couldn’t strain

And the poetry was her therapy