Your little girl grew up too strong.
She used to cry to you every night and you'd hold her in your arms.
Your little girl didn't know better
She didn't tell anyone what you were, because to her you were just her father.
Your little girl hated herself for feeling this way
You always told her that she was your best friend, but when you yelled at her she thought that was what friendship was.
Your little girl is hurt
You always promised you'd protect her, but she didn't know she'd need protection from you.
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
