Daddys Little Girl
Daddy’s little girl always heard “Beauty is pain” I guess that’s why she wanted to end in vain. Because at least then the professionals could make her corpse pretty. And death by my hands would be pain, and pain is beauty. Daddy’s little girl always heard how she could “eat like a man,” and how “that’s not good for a girl” I guess that’s why she stopped eating, or at least she tried, because that damn food was the only thing keeping her alive. Daddy’s little girl strived for perfect. But perfect wasn’t worth it. Perfect was never perfect because no matter how many A’s there will still be a B or C. No matter how many days i felt perfect, there was still a time not so long ago. Daddy’s little girl is getting compared to a yellow light and a ignored stop sign. Daddy’s little girl knew his vision of perfect was simply unachievable. Daddy’s little girl isn’t so little. Daddy’s little girl knows deep down inside that when she closes her eyes the monster are still going to come racing inside the spotlight in her ing mind. Daddy’s little girl knows she was never actually daddy’s little girl because daddy’s little girl wasn’t his. Daddy never tried to understand her mind because it wasn’t his to care, Daddy never tried to figure out why his little girl wasn’t holding his hand because it was one less burden to care. Daddy little girl knows she was NEVER perfect enough because for every goddamn thing she does there are 19 others she failed. Daddy’s little ing girl knows one day when he dies she will cry because he never built a relationship. Daddy’s little girl tries to be his all but he’s putting the relationship through a wall. Daddy’s little girl has given up. The question is will he even try to get her up?
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