Daddys Little Girl
( DADDY`S LITTLE GIRL )
I was daddy`s little girl, and he touched me and I dont know why.
When I look back at my life, I remember the feeling and I start to cry.
Saying that it was normal, that all dads did this type of thing.
Sometimes rubbing me so hard, that it made it burn and sting.
I hate him for these acts, and not even a im sorry was said.
twenty two years behind bars, and now he is finally dead.
He gave me insecurity, its hard to trust another man.
It was hard growing up, but I had to make a stand.
I was daddy`s little girl, always alone with me in the room.
Telling me to not tell mommy, or the anger would loom.
Touching me alot, kissing me in places that shouldnt be kissed.
If I didnt do the way he wanted, he would always get pissed.
He was a sick man, made me believe that everything he did was right.
I would always have tears, when I went to sleep at night.
Rewarding me with gifts, acting like he cared.
Undressing me with his eyes, was all that he shared.
I was daddy`s little girl, but thats all in the past.
He will live in my hell, and die in my clasp.
A sick perverted mind, that didnt make sense.
Frightened me alot, with all his suspense.
I will never forgive him, or forget what he`s done.
What I know is morbid, was his kind of fun.
Life will never be the same, slow motion in a twirl.
You deserved to die, from daddy`s little girl.
Copyright © Jasmine Cruz | Year Posted 2014
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