Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

My daughter came home with her happiness gone as a father I asked what I could to help her get through. She said nothing and went to her room: knocked on her door to no answer be there. I opened the door found her hanging there body cold: how could this be my little girl. Thoughts of holding her for the time telling it's going to be alright: are many fights about her being out all night. What did I do to make this reality true. I see a clue by one of her many shoes:  it now became clear the hell my daughter went through thanks to you!