Daddy
As his rough hand slams across my face
I think what have I done wrong, what did I do?
As he rips my jeans, and tears my shirt of lace
I ask why me, how can this be, and you are who?
He rapes me with incredible strength, and undenigning anger.
When I tell him to stop, he thinks its a game and prusues onward
he made me do things to him, and always say sir
But why is this happening, how could this occur
your my daddy, my father, I trusted you,
but yet you go onward, and pursue,
You were wrong I want you to know, for everything you did was so.
I hope you die and rot in your grave
when your someone that Jesus died to save
I hate you, you filty beast
I hate you I loath you, and now your the devils feast
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