Daddies little girl
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MatureComplete Thu, Nov 26, 2015<5 mins
I miss the times where you would hold me, love me, and say it's alright
apparently those days no longer exist to you. All the scars and bruises I have are memories of what you did How could you do this, do this to me? Your little girl. The one you once loved and cared for, held her tight and kissed her goodnight You said you would do anything to protect me, I believed you.
I don't understand why I had been so foolish I took in every word you said, every last drop and I see now that it was all a waste. I hide my pain in tears and cut wrists, Nobody asks what happened,
No one cares about me. The thoughts of suicide run through my mind. And what do you do? nothing. You don't care about the little girl you once knew, but nevermore will. So as I sit here, drowning in my tears, You stand there, arm in arm with her. Saying you love her and you'll care for her, She'll never believe it, never.
I'll make sure that innocent girl never does. I don't want my brother to fell that way.
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