Oh, the horror when you wake from a nightmare
And realize the nightmare is a mere daydream that does not compare to a life you live

Never forget the moment you awoke to a house filled with light 'tho the middle of the night
You rise to find tears in eyes,
And to find silence greating you with a wicked grin
Not a way for a day to begin.

No, not a day of morose
Nor a day of lachrymose
More a day of stupor
A day of shock

Imagine not a day of rest in times of stress
Picture a math test that day of death
The shock sticking to you as if cling wrap needed another name
Picking you to claim as prize, due to the recent demise of your childhood

Watching a man die sure makes you grow up quick
Medical bills don't pay themselves
Nor do the electricity bills

At the ripe age of fourteen
A job application is filed at a local businesses
Surely they'd be silly to hire someone so young
And later you received a call, you got the job

Minimum wage and maximum hours
Who needs fun when you have the dour?
Bill are payed and taxes are filed
Life goes on for a little while

A quiet setting for a quiet girl
A body laying here, just like before
She wore her favourite dress
To be with her father, once more

The stench of death is full and ripe
Not in a sense of rotting
But in the way that palpable tension and audible sobs fill the air in only a way a funeral home can manage so gracefully

No one saw it coming,
She laughed
She smiled
She lived a life her had father wished for her

But only on the day she was found,
With her neck bound in a noose and a chair tipped over,
Did her true happiness come around

She's with her father
A man she loves
And that's all that she could ever desire