I lay in bed crying at night,
He never cared...... ever
All he wanted was my body.
Daddy issues they call it,
I dream of killing him.
I stabbed my pillow while I was crying earlier.
I though of him while I did it.
Does he even know how much he's ruined me??
Would he even care...... at all?
Its 3:58am and I'm crying......
On June 4th it'll be 3 full years since I've seen him.
I don't know if I want to see him at all......
Yet at the same time I do...
I don't know anymore.
Daddy issues, yah, but why?
Why did he do it??
He never ever cared about us.
I was slapped and touched and he was responsible.
Its all his fault.
But I just...... I don't want to believe it.
I Santo believe he's that perfect Dad.
And that I was Daddy's little girl.........
But I wasn't, he was a piece of shit.
He will never care......... ever.
Even if I died, he would shed a damn tear.
But that's okay.
Because soon Daddy will be dead.
He's old, He smokes.
He'll be gone soon......
But "soon" will never come fast enough.
