Short Love Poems & Friendship Poetry

Effects of Pot

I raise my hand
To wipe a tear
Trickling down my face
Running in fear
On my back
Secrets lie
A gentle pat burns
And I cry
A purple, blue, black
Painted spot
All because of Daddy's mistake:
Pot
It makes him rage
It makes him yell
All because of this drug
I live my life in hell
Why won't he love me
Why can't he care
I want a normal Daddy
It just isn't fair
Here he comes
Through the door
Cursing my name
Screaming once more
His hand swings again
At my face
In the corner
Is an empty beer case
Then a knife
Rises apart
And falls quickly and fast
Into my heart
Tonight was my birthday
I turned 6+3
It was also the night
My daddy murdered me