When you lay down in bed and close your eyes, do you think about me? Do you think back to that day? Do you hear my voice? Do you hear my voice from that day?
"Daddy, don't leave me please! Daddy don't do this! Daddy please don't let me suffer! Daddy please! I can't bare this anymore! Daddy!"
Because I do.
Would you like to know how daddy's girl survived?
She would pop some pills into her mouth and down it with a few sips of your favourite whiskey. She would start to feel numb from the pain. From the beatings. She couldn't believe she had to figure this out only at twelve years of age. She wished it could have been sooner. Is that not wonderful, daddy? Every night as I lay down in bed and I close my eyes, the darkness consumes me and the memories come flowing in. One after another, after another. So many that haunt me. So many that you let happen easily by walking out that door. But I hear that karma can be a bitch and you obviously can see that right now. Oh but don't worry, this is just the beginning. Rot in hell with mum, daddy. I shall see you soon.
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Awakened
ActionEvery night as I lay down in bed and I close my eyes, the darkness consumes me and the memories come flowing in. One after another, after another. So many that haunt me. So many that you let happen easily by walking out that door.
