'child abuse'
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I hate him in all his glory but hell he’s improving
There’s a reason i nicknamed him the good o’l asshole
Hell i'm planning a tattoo dedicated to him
I remember the pizza place
There's a boy in the attic
Pulling wings off of angels
His brain filled with static
Waiting for the flame
That will burn his world down
No one comes looking here
No one wants to find him
Stalking through darkness
A feeling of encroaching predation
He seems to have a prowess
In checking for my sedation
Blinded by his appitite
You ask me to tell you when I realized I was growing up
Well that’s a complicated question
Cause I can say I was forced to grow up the moment my father decided to molest me from ages 5 to 13
You've hurt me once and you've hurt me twice, but now it's my turn to throw the dice.
I play my cards and I pay the toll, who knows what fate the dice will roll.
There was a rose that stood out from all the red ravishing ones.
This one bloomed too early onto the sacred ground of Mother Nature's beautiful creation,
Little girl, please stay little forever,
But
Little girl I need you to understand that your daddy doesn’t care about you
Little girl you knew he wouldn’t show up just like last time
HushMy faultHushI could have stopped itHushI wanted itHushNobody will believe meHushHe didn’t know it was wrongHushHe said he was sorryHush
never censor the dirty words.
unleash the violet memories of
your violent childhood:
lilac frocks and pomegranite seeds
and leftover boo-boos
because sometimes
daddy couldn't see you
