Daddy...why

You held me down,
you made me cry
you only thought about yourself,
you made me want to die

you hurt me so deeply,
that you made my wrists turn red
You killed my heart and soul
and now i would rather be dead

I wish i could chase your voice away
but I'm just not strong enough
I wish i could have stopped you
but you were way too tough

you called yourself my father
but what a sick exuse you would be
you hurt your little girl
and you didnt stick around to see

i want you to realize father
that if i end up dying
it will all be your fault
so stop the effing lying

you made me hate myself
almost as much as i hate you
i carved up all my wrist ]
and threw up all my food

i try to cut out the part of me
that still thinks of you
but it wont go away
no matter what i do

you forced the blade deeper
and you killed me real good
you made me do this to myself
you dont feel guilty but you should

i bet you took pleasure ]
from hurting me this way
althought its drifted from your mind
i think of it everyday

dont think hat i\\\'ve forgotten
i probably never will
one day justice will be served and that is the day that you are killed

i long for that one day
and i know that it sounds slack
but you stole my childhood
and now i want it back

but i have this one last wish
before i do go
please stop haunting all my dreams
through blood my pain will show
xx bad but how i feel xx