How Long

How long
I fear not anymore
I fear not that this world is fair and just because I now know its not
I fear not of what people think or gaol or even death

I have learnt that our own actions are dictated by the thoughts and words of others

I live only knowing that soon I will die
In knowing I can not live and it is my children who I feel sorry for

Please don’t push me anymore…

I miss you

Sometimes, when what we had, is gone, we second guess- was it real or just all a fantasy, and why did i go through everything for what seems nothing. Are things just that, a moment in time, waiting to be forgotten. No one can ever tell me how I feel, or what I felt, or will feel….they’re my feelings and as my words are my words, a promise to me is a promise, and my truth is the truth as I see it, no one can tell me whats real to me.. but this is TLFE and I never forget even if others did. ♥  

Abandonment Poem Do you know what it’s like to grow up without a father. Perhaps you would understand this little girl’s words. Daddy’s Little Girl © Emma R. Sims By Emma Sims Age:12


I wish, I wish I was daddy’s little girl,
I would have a dance with him into his arms I’d twirl.
I would have someone to hold me close when I get too scared,
Instead I have to dream about it with my best friend Brittany Baird.

It’s so hard to talk about it,
Why can’t it just be true?
Why did you have to leave me?
Please come back, can’t I talk to you?

But none of this will happen,
As I sit here and I cry.
No daddy to share my feelings with,
Why me god, why?

I’m so glad that mama’s here,
As she tickles me to the ground.
But now she’s all I’ve got,
Since you’re never around.

My mother’s always there for me,
And helps me when I need it.
You weren’t there when I needed you most,
Not even a little bit.

I think of all my other friends,
Who have their dads by their sides.
It makes me so mad,
That I just want to run and hide.

Why, why did you have to leave me?
I think as I sit in my bed.
All of these terrible thoughts of you
Are tearing through my head.


Sometimes it gets too painful,
As if I’m going to die.
Instead I sit perched on my bed,
Trying not to cry.

I’m trying to forget it now,
I’m trying really hard.
But in my mind I can’t forget,
My heart is far too scarred.

God why do you hate me?
Did I do something wrong?
Why must you keep this pain in me,
For so very long?


Daddy,
It’s not really how it sounds.
It’s like I’m a lonely dog
Being taken to the pound.

Couldn’t you just suck it up
And try to work it through?
I just want too hear those words from you
That say “I love you”.

But none of that is really true,
I hate the way I think of you.
A terrible coldhearted man,
I wish that you could understand.

As I write this poem
I can’t help it I just tear.
I wonder what it would be like
If you would just be here.

Couldn’t you try and love me?
Let’s give it a whirl.
Wouldn’t it be nice if I could be
Daddy’s little girl?


Source: Daddy’s Little Girl, Abandonment Poem and 10 Stories http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/daddys-little-girl-4#ixzz1XpQr60gn 
Family Friend Poems 

You mean the world to me… 
You make me the proudest…
and the sadest…
A loving reminder, that at last I finally met you!
even if only for a short while
Those few words spoken, stopped 10years of tears.
And wondering how my little girl grew up.
And will live on in me forever.
Love always Dad. xo

You mean the world to me… 

You make me the proudest…

and the sadest…

A loving reminder, that at last I finally met you!

even if only for a short while

Those few words spoken, stopped 10years of tears.

And wondering how my little girl grew up.

And will live on in me forever.

Love always Dad. xo

This world is just so shallow, I guess words ever spoken or promises broken never ever mean anything to anyone. I guess its something to just be expected! So tell me how to ever trust the world or the people in it! After all, we apparently ever only say, at the time of wanting… Words themselves hold no meaning but carry the meaning only of the ‘expectancy of the outcome’ or desires of the soul saying them.
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.
When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.
I know that’s what people say— you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.