Daddy

A super hero, not one in a silly costum and cape, but still a super hero. Someone a seven year old could count on to pick her up when she fell in the park or someone she could dance with to her favorite music. Her super man, her daddy. Now seven years later she sees it all clearly. The act, his act. He is no longer there when she falls. He is nowhere to be found when she needs someone to dance with. Someone to help her through the hard times. He says he cares, she knows its a lie. He says he'll always be there, she knows he wont. The drug is too important, his drug, his alcohol. It always has, it always will be. Where was he when she got her first kiss? What was he doing when she was painting "pretty pictures" in the kitchen? The pain hes caused will always remain. The hurt, the dissapointment of seeing someone who is such a big part of her life throw his away has become unbearable. Where is he while she crys in her room wishing for death? What is he doing when she reaches out to the wrong things for the attention she so desperatly needs? When she finally decides to use that knife, will her superman be there to save her?