Down on my head...

In life, you get one chance to live. You get one chance to live the way you want; no one stands in your way, no one breaks you down, and no one tells you to go their way.

You get one chance to get your first kiss. Once you've had your first kiss, there is no longer a chance to get another first kiss.

You get one chance to experience Kindergarten, and all the joys that come along with that; making friends and no one judges, and even having nap time.

You get one chance to go through high school. You get to find yourself, learn new things, and make friends that you'll have for the rest of you life.

You get one chance to raise your children to the best of your ability. Show them right from wrong, tell them you love them every moment you can, and create the safest and loving environment for them to live in without the fear of being rejected, stepped on, ignored, and pushed away..

Dear dad,

Why do you not care about how I am treated? I'm pushed around like dirt on a floor, and you act like it's no big deal. It's gone to the point where I feel the only way I can escape is to not come in contact with you, Judy, or Kaitlyn. Isn't that sad to you? Don't you see how this is affecting me? How can you not care about that?
I think I might move out. I don't want to be walked on anymore, because it's taking a toll on my mood, school work, motivation, and my energy altogether. I had given you the chance to get things straightened out, and to try to save our relationship. You told me to talk to you. I did. You said that you were listening, but I know you couldn't hear me.
I told you how I felt, and why I felt that way, but you told me that I should just get over it. How am I supposed to get over it if the same thing keeps happening over, and over again? I'm you first daughter dad. I'm out of the house in less than two years, maybe even less than that if thing aren't changed. Don't you care about that? I'll be gone. Does that not phase you?
I wish all the time that our relationship could be normal. We could talk about cars and music. You wouldn't lecture me about everything. You wouldn't think my feelings are useless, and ridiculous. I would be daddy's girl like I used to be. I wish that I could safely say that you will always be there for me, but unfortunately I don't know if that's true. I don't think you'll realize when I'm gone that I'm gone forever. I don't think it will phase you.
Why can't you help me? What will it take for you to realize I'm dying on the inside? How am I supposed to get over this? Why have you let it get to this?..

I don't want you to pick sides.. I just want you to defend me.. that's all I EVER wanted...

Carrera