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The Secret
Dad coming home drunk with no wife and hating his life
His daughter would just watch wishing will her life get bright
Every night he had his way with her and make her cry
Dad's breath traveling down her neck and she would close her eyes
She was smart and good hearted and her mother was in heaven
Her mom died and her life became gray when she was seven
Every night she would hear her father's footsteps creeping
He would open the door and she would pretend she was sleeping
No matter what she never escaped the horror and she would suffer
She wanted a life of happiness and her mother
Every morning she would wake up and go to the park
She would write her story of everynight on a tree with her bleeding heart
Wishing one day someone will read it and know the truth
She was dad's little toy and she was the only one who knew
Dad would always say,"mom would be proud of us just don't tell"
He would always say that every night with his alcoholic smell
One morning she woke up extra early and walked to her normal spot
She hung herself with a bloody knot
People arrived and saw the tree of her life and the truth of her nights
She was now in heaven with her mom and had no more fright
Thats all she ever needed and thats all she could see
They hugged and the mom said,"That used to happen to me"
His daughter would just watch wishing will her life get bright
Every night he had his way with her and make her cry
Dad's breath traveling down her neck and she would close her eyes
She was smart and good hearted and her mother was in heaven
Her mom died and her life became gray when she was seven
Every night she would hear her father's footsteps creeping
He would open the door and she would pretend she was sleeping
No matter what she never escaped the horror and she would suffer
She wanted a life of happiness and her mother
Every morning she would wake up and go to the park
She would write her story of everynight on a tree with her bleeding heart
Wishing one day someone will read it and know the truth
She was dad's little toy and she was the only one who knew
Dad would always say,"mom would be proud of us just don't tell"
He would always say that every night with his alcoholic smell
One morning she woke up extra early and walked to her normal spot
She hung herself with a bloody knot
People arrived and saw the tree of her life and the truth of her nights
She was now in heaven with her mom and had no more fright
Thats all she ever needed and thats all she could see
They hugged and the mom said,"That used to happen to me"
Published 25th Nov 2010
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26th Nov 2010 5:51am
26th Nov 2010 9:23am
30th Dec 2010 9:43am
intense...
i have seen this subject touched on only once as well as you've done here. you told it in a clever, heart-melting way as opposed to the shock effect. i like what you have much better for this horrible situation.
i have seen this subject touched on only once as well as you've done here. you told it in a clever, heart-melting way as opposed to the shock effect. i like what you have much better for this horrible situation.
