Your daughter.

It lye's beneath your eyes The deep dark pit in your stomach,
Growing It's killing you
This trip of guilt has you by your hinges

With the pain it brings you, 
You can barley keep your eyes open.
Dreading what you would see at night  
For the gruesome bullshit you've accomplished

In shocking sense registering what you have just done
Just wondering what your gonna do, 
burning the name of what you are in your head. 
Replaying every crucial thing you did. 
Asking your self "why"?   

You don't even think to be sorry, 
Your only wondering whats gonna happen to you. 
What ever is gonna happen to you,
what you did will be far more worse. 
In the act of all this, your smiling to your self,
For god only knows why.   

carving the words into her skin. 
Cutting so deep you can see the bone
This is way out of proportion  
In your mind you know this is wrong, 
trying to talk your self out of what your doing, 
But knowing It's far to late  

You might as well finish your gruesome master piece.
Your so caught up in what your doing
You don't even know how your gonna clean up your mess.
Though the evidence is in your blood.
It's in hers to,
This is far worse than anything,
anyones ever done,  

To the fact that this is your daughter.