my first poem, feel free to criticize

SKIN.

I pray to the wind

hows everything gone bad

feelings of numbness has returned

hearts turning blue, so is my skin

I'm pulling the blinds

the company of dark is glad

all alone, kinda nice kinda quiet

yet lonely, wasn't this a win?

when I was a bud,

dreaming of when I were to be a flower

red and pink like the sunrise sky

dancing in the wind, petals full of power

who knew being loved would be my only desire?

I talk to the wind, feeling it on my face

hoping to catch life with the same pace

yesterday I fixed a routine for me to follow

only to burn out and observe as it hollows

why do I get bored so quick?

is it coz my skin's broken

or it is because my dad is a ***?

all the times I tried to show him what I had,

only to get neglected

starting to think everything is my fault,

the forest fires, the floods, the storms

the murders, the suicides, the neglect,

the lack of love, lack of love, love.

right dad?