I Remember

I don't remember the good days.
I just remember my broken "phase"
I remember crying myself to sleep.
I remember thinking happiness was never mine to keep.
I remember feeling empty inside, but pretending to be okay.
I remember thinking "home" was not a safe place to stay.
I remember the arguments every single night.
I remember wondering if living was worth the fight.
I remember loving someone, and giving them everything.
I remember how desperately I needed to feel something.
I remember the fists and the bruises on my skin.
I remember begging for forgiveness for my sin.
I remember the phone call and asking you to save me.
I remember daddy's face while he told me he blamed me.
I remember trying to put myself back together.
I remember swallowing the pills and falling asleep to the bad weather.
I remember begging daddy to take me to the hospital.
But I don't remember my anger turning me sucidal.
I guess you almost lost your little girl that night.
But you didn't even come in to see if I was alright.