I'll Never Be Perfect (I'm not daddy's little girl)

I close my eyes against the screams,
I hear outside my head.
Terrorizing my dearest dreams,
wishing I were dead.

Voices threaten and torture me,
trying to make me break.
Burning tears fall from my eyes,
your love for me was fake.

Your hands upon my shoulder-blades,
cut and bruise my skin.
I long to grab my razor-blades,
and kill you with a grin.

I'll never be your perfect girl,
my faults all left to unfurl.

Shaking me profusely,
your screams come to a halt.
Mom is standing in the door,
and dad begins assault.

Our screams fill the air,
as daddy pulls out a gun.
All I can do is sit and stare,
and yell at mom to run.

Daddy points the gun at me,
and starts to pull the trigger.
A voice inside me starts to plea,
his eyes grow wide with vigor.

Daddy starts to chuckle,
at the shaking little me.
He slaps me with his knuckles,
and starts to shriek with glee.

Frightened and torn I whimper,
fearing for my life.
His lips give off a simper,
my pain he loves with rife.

I'm not daddy's little girl.
I'll never be like my sister.
His solution is to murder me,
and pop me like a blister.