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Daddy

Scared and silent  
Waiting and watching
Listening in the dark
Peeked at attention
Holding our breath
Intently we stood
Why cant i just be good
Im always in trouble
Reckless no cares
ThAts what they scream
As blow after blow lands
upon our tiny bodies
We are defenseless
Especially pooh bear
Since birth so small
Why cant they see the damage
They so irreversibly do
I hate this man
Drunk with power
Hes not our real father
He has special pain he doles
Out for me  i hide my sister in here closet
I lie and tell her never look
Its covered with pages from my coloring books
I tell her be quiet ill come for her when i think its safe
Its your fortress shes my princess
She giggles and i tuck her in and give her glowie
She says i love you sissy
I love her too i say knock if she needs me
For tonight i got a special cocktail for this sob
I lock the latch while my plan i hatch
I know hell stumble in and touch me
He does every night my mom works late
So filled with disgust and hate
He comes shuffling in slirring his words
Cocaine in his nose and whiskey on his hot breath
My skin crawls all over nobody believes me
Why wouldnt they just believe me
So i wasnt forced to save myself
He climbs into bed beside me saying give daddy akiss
I hate him i lie listless he fondles me and  i taste liquor
I still hate that bastard  doesnt have a clue
So i wait and then i move quickly and bury the kitchen knife
In his jugular repeatedly he barely screams muffled
With a pillow i hate him
I hate you daddy i hate you
My sister whimpers and through the closet door
I quiet her and roll my step dad off my bed and
With my sheet i pull him down the hall
Moveing so slow at a crawl
 I deposit him in the blood bath
Thats my fondest memory of him
I start to dismantle him i watch from above
Like im not there at all
A dream i saw it all
I remove each part ripping flesh breaking bones
Hes gonna forever leave me alone
I disperse his limbs into trash bags
I carry them out into the woods secretly
To my favorite tree fort i climb up i watch his stinking
Ass burn why does my mom have to be so needy
Shes so alone and we paid with our innocence
We did fuck you sick  fuck im just a kid
I am just an eight year old kid and you started when i was six



This is fictiscious except the first part but the end is what i wish i did
Man i was just a kid
Written by diablia363 (Alisha Ranstrom)
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