Where are you the nights I cry?
Can you hear me, do you even try?
Do you wake up only to think you see me?
What do you dream about, who do you want to be?
Did you ever regret leaving your daughter?
Were you ever truly my father?
Does it eat at you at night like it does me?
Do you look around to see…
All that you’ve let go?
My heart became so cold,
Once you took away your hold.
Walk with your head down,
As those around you frown.
You fucked it up big time,
It could even be considered a crime.
Hope it hits you hard in the gut,
Hope it eats at you until you feel you’re about to give up,
Hope you cry yourself to sleep just as I do
Because I don’t want to hurt, I want you to….
by Tiffany Mills
Biography
I’m 22 years old going to school to be an Elementary school teacher. I work full time at a retail job that I cannot wait to quit and start my career! Writing has always been an outlet for me, although my poems/rants may not be up to professional standards, it’s a good way to release stress. =]