About a nine year old being sexually abused and hit by her father. |
Back than you felt save in his arms holding ever so tightly he'd let you squeeze lightly Disappeared for a while and you know its his fault In these dark places you cant see sreaming "have you forgot me" Now theres something more than the scars that he leaves marks trapped tight upon your skin He says its a game and that its just for pretend When did it become reality-his hands under your sheets and when he's done he puts you away nice and neat Or is it your fault you just cant resist He's a man of his word,sweet talker- he's the best Does he know that you're plexi glass and his jigsaw is shredding you into tiny pieces This will keep you up at night because you believe him when he says " This is the last time" Those empty words like a broken record you replay again in your mind You feel it like word vomit but you don't want to explain Daddy loves you in more than one way Talking about it or not talking about it is all the same because you've been on your knees before Let the roses grow in your month you hate him now but he loves you more swallow don't spit it out The door is always open but you don't want to escape you had so many chances but now its too late Nothing but the lack of hope in your eyes so are you just going to take this treatment lying down you're prepared for it all it comes as no surprise and when its all over the world feels so empty tired of trying to untighten the leash around your neck invisible tears appear with no regret trying to remember when daddys little girl became daddys personal pet Does it hurt to laugh does in hurt to smile the kids at school look at you like its writen all over your face to them it would seem like you've done it all and gone the extra mile Do you let go of yourself when you hear him call your name Just forget it ever happened, it never happened but a mental picture like a porno is playing in your brain on the corner of his bed the memory's come as more than deja vu because you know it really happened all the things he's said and done to you in the morning a familiar voice wakes you up whispers " this is going to be a secret between me and you" but you never have any say when its through, but you try to push your luck late night you wander the parkway thinking any place is better than home eager feet stumbling for a save place and the cold breeze against your face reminds you that you're alone your life remains still but you're the only thing bending why has there been no shame for the man who never promised you the world only if every story had a happy ending now your worrying- why couldn't you just be a normal little girl |