I Was Daddy's Little Girl Until That Day

Seething, bleeding
Crying, screaming.
Deathly wounded,
Secret prodding.
I was Daddy's little girl,
Until that day.

Daddy turned into a monster
And I was made to stay,
My screams and cries go unheard.
"Daddy, stop! Please, Daddy, you're hurting me!"
"Daddy, don't hit me!
What did I do?
I was Daddy's little princess
And Mommy his queen.
Until that day,
When Daddy turned mean.
I didn't know what to do as he whispered,
"I love you," in my ear.
Love, he didn't know the word.
Later on his raging words flew,
Sending me cowering.
Am I a dog?
Or is that just how I was to be treated?
I know this,
My life is full of,

Seething, bleeding,
Crying, screaming.
Deathly wounded,
Secret prodding.
I was Daddy's little girl
Until that day.

Don't tell you said,
Fear kept me quiet.
Until I couldn't keep the secret anymore.
She asked and I couldn't lie,
Not again.
What was I to do?
Would your wrath fall?
Or would I finally be set free?
Could I be who I finally wanted to be/
My wounds are too deep,
And the scars too evident,
But that wasn't enough.
You took your life.
A twisted piece of metal,
Once a car,
Lie underneath a semi.
You on the ground in a pool of blood.
The sight is grotesque,
Yet pleasant to see.
You got what you deserved.
Death is the price you pay for my pain.
"Leaving me on this crooked path,
Never asking,
And you leave me to deal with the aftermath
And you don't even care."
Leaving me,

Seething, bleeding
Crying, screaming.
Deathly wounded,
Secret prodding.
I was Daddy's little girl
Until that day.

You're gone now,
That's okay.
Even though you're gone,
Emotional pain remains.
But you can't hurt me no more,
Your a million miles away.
You're dead in a grave,
Your handsome that way.
I hope you paid,
With more than death.
The sacrifice is too much,
The pain greater than you know,
But again, you don't care.
Your dead in a grave.
My answers lie with you.
So what am I left with,
Other than memories of your face,
And that place?
I'm left,

Seething, bleeding
Crying, screaming.
Deathly wounded,
Secret prodding.
I was Daddy's little girl
Until that day.

So now I'm healing,
Trying to seal my wounds.
You left so many scars and pains,
I don't know what to do.
You left me here
But I'm above you.
You're a monster,
And I'm glad your dead.
But through it all,
You've left me.

Seething, bleeding,
Crying, screaming.
Deathly wounded,
Secret prodding.
I was Daddy's little girl
Until that day.

I write this for repenter86

This is how amazingly man was created. this is what man is. We Are Monsters! This Is Who We Are! All around you people are hurt every single day! This is what GOD created! this is how amazing we really are!
The poen was truly beautiful---for all beauty is in words---but a car crash was--in my opinion--not enough. For people like "daddy" should be made to feel ten times the pain they cause to others.
For all it's worth...

I appreciate your comment.

I appreciate your comment. While I agree with you that a car crash is "not enough" unfortuantely....This poem is a true account of events. I hope it doesn't take away from the reality behind the meaning but it was the truth. It was the best I could do with what I had. I appreciate your feedback though.

Thankfully yours,
Phantomteens

I know I know

I know that it must've been true. still, not enough. will never be enough. a knife and a lot of pissed off people like myself in a locked room would have been a start. but the past is past. though it may never seem as such.
For all it's worth...

Well, thank

Well, thank you.

~Phantomteens

painful. really really painful

a very sad, powerful poem. Gut-wrenching

loni balogna

Explicitly Real - _ -

Anyone could read the title and get a sense of where you were going or what you might be implying to. But, reading this displays the grim truth of sexual abuse.. even worse (most commonly)coming from a parent,,, As well-written as this poem is, it hits hard with a thudding reality~~B.E.Coast

It was kind of wrong virtue but...

But I'm well able to leave a comment myself....lol....
ok, how I really feel.....this poem is healing both to write and read and is like a closure note to yourself....You are stronger than you thought were for the fact that you are sharing this real life disgusting experience with us, is a step towards recovery, though you may never fully heal from this horrific episode that replays in your mind so much, you have control unlike before, and the freedom to write as you wish and how you feel, no one can control that.....It's hard for a broken heart to mend itself, but you are on the way my friend......as for that cruel dog who did that to you, well, let me tell you, while you may feel like you are the one left to pick up the pieces.....have no doubt, that he is at this moment in time being repeatedly crushed to dust and facing the punishment of the grave and you wouldnt even wanna know what the other punishments are, but when he's dragged to hell on that day when all sins are weighed, he will beg God to put him back in the grave where in comparison, the punishments are easy.....But justice will be done and the oppressor will pay, however, he/she who experiences a hardship as small as a thorn prick, he/she will be compensated and with the trauma you had to overcome, God will not let it go unnoticed so please believe me when I say, you really will be ok.....peace

Thanks. Maybe one day I'll

Thanks. Maybe one day I'll realize that too. Until then, I'll continue to write.

This is who i am, who I was meant to be.

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