Baby,
It's sickening
I'm sick to my stomach
Why are you here
I wish you weren't
I love you,
but I wish I could've avoided you,
you innocent sweet babe,
I wish my Daddy hadn't done this
I'm too young
I don't know If I can do this
YOU ARE READING
The Notes
Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
