My daddys little game

by emma   May 30, 2005


A little girl no older then eight
cry's every night because of a fight
her mommy stands there and lets it go
this little girl thought that her dad was so low

Every night when she got home her mom was drunk
and her mom would take her by the hand and lead her down the hall

Were where they going she thought to her self her mother was bringing her to her bed room
so her dad could play his game

Her dad only new this little girl was real when it was time for the game to start
as they girl lay on the bed and screamed in pain the dad would just hit her and tell her to shut up

One day at school the teacher asked her why she was always up set and why she had all the marks on her arms.

The little girl fell to th ground and started to cry
as she told the teacher she did not no why The teacher called home that day
for when the father herd

He toke his knife
to end this little girls life

The little girl never did show up for school the next day
for now she was in a better place

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  • 18 years ago

    by DarkxBlood

    wow...this writing is so...full of hurt. I hope this isn't written from personal experience...i hope ur alright. anyways this is an awesome poem.love ya!

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