...Goodbye Daddy...

Hiding, Crying, not understanding
He stalks closer and beats me till I'm bleeding
I hide at night, sneak by day
He still hunts me down, and claims to make me pay
I only see red
How much does it take, to make a young girl wish she was dead?
I look at the vial
Filled with denial
And know this will be my final move
I can only lose
It tickles as it goes down my throat
and i take a final glance at my last note
Dear Daddy,
I never knew why you loved hitting me.
Maybe I deserved it,
or maybe you're sick...
But you can't take it back now,
as I lye here dying on the ground.
Goodbye Daddy
 
(not about me.)