Oh, Daddy
Oh, Daddy i was your little girl... took me hunting, brought me fishing all was crystal...beautiful each drunken fist battered my soul "Please! Leave Mommy alone!" voice of reason...a three year old youve tortured me.. hurting my fragile mind every twilight why did you love the beer more than us? guns and knives...sticks and stones truly they hurt..AND break bones learned that at five and a half Oh, Daddy, remember your personal moving day? greatest budren lifted...serenity you twisted my soul...killed me alive suicidal little me...8 years old i love you so much, daddy and it hurts to want you deadi did not write this when i was 8; alas, i wrote this October 12, 2000... Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 01:09 PM PST, Nichole 18 • 0 • 1
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