Daddy.
By donnamarie
Daddy. He didn't want me to be a slut like he said my sister was. Daddy. He taught me lots of things; like i'm a worthless girl. Daddy. Although he hit my brother and sister, he never laid a hand on me. Daddy. He did those crazy things: he left the doors open so the bears and skunks could wander in. Daddy. He never told me he loved me, not til the day he died. Daddy. He's still alive, just not in my eyes. Daddy. He'd try to asphyxiate me in the winter. Daddy. He'd try to shut me down. Daddy. I'd leave him death-threats on the fridge. Daddy. Yeah. Daddy. He'd turn off all the lights. Daddy. Yeah. Daddy. He'd make the house black as his lungs, about to collapse, so he couldn't see the damage. Daddy. Yeah. Daddy. He told me my voice was pretty.the only compliment i was given... Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 12:23 PM PST 0 • 1
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