My best friends closure

She fucking hated him
To look at him would piss her off
The sight she said: she wanted to spark his eyes
All the things he said to her
Hurtful, beratful, and all the bullshit
Pretending to be his Adam And Evil
Striping her of her life

She fucking hated him
Touching her, killing pieces of her at a time
Making her want to disembowel him
The hits, the bruises, the broken bones
Saying he loved her as the beating went

She fucking hated him
Smelling him would twist her insides
Making her want to bury him
Cheap whore bait he wore
Saying it would be over soon

I'm fucking killing him soon she said
No more: seeing, touching, or the smell of you
She will fill him as he did her, no more Daddy's Toy

She shot her dad twenty-two times
Stabbing him seventy-times
Drugged him behind her for five miles
She laughed all the way

She has been in lock up for twenty years
Yet she is happy: no sympathy for the dead
No more abuse will she ever have
I still love her as a friend today

This is true story of my best friend. She never told
A soul about her abuse. Never a cry for help!