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Where Was Daddy?

Where was daddy,
When I  fell?
When I graduated?
When I threaten to kill?
Who was there to tell me no?
Who was there to tell me to go?
Oh he was there,
To tell me to go,
Get away,
Move out.
When I didn’t,
he did.
“Your just like your mother”
He would always say.
My mother.
My drunken mother.
Don’t talk of her.
Stop comparing me,
To my that sick lady.
I cut,
She does drugs.
So I guess,
We are,
a little similar.
But leave me be.
“Why did you,have to be emo?”
Why did you,
Have to raise me wrong?
Why did you,
abandon me,
When you knew all along,
That I was,
Never that strong,
To with stand this pain?
That drove me insane.
To walk to that blade,
And have my own bloody parade?
Now you walk in the door.
“Wow you’ve changed.”
I guess my heart,
Will always be sore.
“…So how are you?”
“Fine.”
“Oh…”
and off you go,
Once more.
And you think of me,
As a little whore.
“Your off doing nasty things.”
You'll growl
So I resort to my mother,
With a stressed voice,
Warn from a monster,
A lot darker,
Then my own.
The one who calls out,
For one last drink.
But I guess,
That’s the link,
Between me and her.
Our monsters stir,
And we connect,
On the topic of,
This stupid curse.
We let the veil fall,
And our monsters starting to call
“So how are you today?”
How is the monster treating you?
“Ive been better”
She wont shut up about cutting.
“Yeah your little sister,
Isn't doing well.”

Yeah your little sister,
Is not surviving well
In this ghetto.

“Ah well, she’ll get better.”
Ah well,
She’ll find her monster.

Once awkwardness,
Of the past,
Set in,
We leave each other,
With memories flashing,
Of blood,
glass,
and scarce moonlight.
So now,
Its time to lay down.
Sh,
Don’t make a sound,
But the muffled cries,
And dark sighs,
And just think.
I'm one step closer,
To going to that shrink,
Oh wonderful!
And starting school,
With strait D’s and F’s,
With pure rejection,
From the preps.
Well this is my life.
That’s only comforted,
With a ice cold knife.
So close my eyes,
And go to sleep,
For tomorrow,
I will cut,
Extra deep.
Written by 0HisBlackDahlia0 (Dahlia)
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