breaking point

and aren't you just
so fucking precious
cutting hearts into pieces with the
jagged edges of
the rage you swear is "tough love," but
let's face it
not even you can make yourself believe
that i.am.that.naive

and aren't you just
so fucking divine
confident that even the mountains will
heed your commands
so is that why they are falling down on you?
and this exponential ability
that causes so many people to envision
sacrificing the remnants
of the spirits you S.T.O.L.E.
in a fall out a window
twelve feet up

and aren't you just
so fucking limitless
getting high off the wings
you clipped from our backs
TAKING WHAT YOU WANT
"daddy, daddy, you bastard, i'm through"
and if i don't make it past twenty five-
know it's because of you
write in on the spare coffins in your trenchcoat pocket
spell it out with the malice from the looking glass
force your fucking self to remember what you cannot seem to accept:

i have never been "your little girl"
and yes,
i hate you for this
you are nothing to me anymore
and truly, it is such an honor
that you feel the same way

youwereneverworthloving- so i don't
I DON'T!
what i am is past the breaking point and ready to pull the trigger
if it meansyou'llget what youdeserve

oh, "daddy, daddy, you bastard:"
it's all because of you.

-I wrote this in less than half an hour. It just all sort of spilled out, and is probably one of the most passionate things I've written. I have a lot of built-up anger toward my father, who I have a very complicated relationship with, in the fact that it's so controlling from his side yet virtually nonexistent. He's done a lot to hurt his family and has never apologized, but simply continues to hurt us constantly. I have had enough and. . .this is the result of my breaking point.
Of course, the line "daddy, daddy, you bastard, i'm through" is taken from Sylvia Plath's amazing "Daddy," the ultimate when it comes to this topic.