daddy dearest

Now now, this is no rhyme about the story I'm telling.
Not the best novel out there selling.
Even if it was, daddy dearest wouldn't care.
He'd hold his beer and out in the open, just stare.
I always wondered why he gave me up.
As his only daughter, I wasn't enough?
Never let those loving words slip.
Never wanted to hear me speak, or he'd flip.
He hated my voice.
Like I had a choice?
In choosing how I sounded?
He was always dumbfounded
When it came to giving me my morning beats.
Not a tear dropped at him giving the belts "heat".
I reminded him of my beautiful mother.
He despised that I lived and dead lays my brother.
I guess after all, I despised myself too.
Because living this way is sooo..
You fill in the blanks.
But most of all daddy dearest, I want to say thanks.
For finally killing me.
And showing me, I could have happiness and see
How happy I was that night you swung the ax.
And killed me, burried me with my old dead dog max.