Dear Daddy

He entered the room and stood there staring,
His brain interpreting what he saw.
In the middle of the room-the chair on its side,
and above it his daughter-2 feet off the floor.

She was hung by her neck with a scarf from the fan,
Pale and naked, lifeless and cold.
Her stomach and thighs were covered in scratches,
some of them new. Some of them old.

He cut her down, moved her body to her bed,
He wrapped her up and hugged her tight.
The tears were pooling down his cheeks,
He held her close all through the night.

It was as the sun came through the window,
his gaze was led to the desk and the note.
He stood and collected the piece of paper,
and read what his belov-ed daughter last wrote.

"Dear Daddy," it started, two words all alone,
"I'm sorry." was all that was on the next line.
"He touched me Daddy, I'm dirty and cursed,
and now i have something that's living inside."

"I cant love it daddy-this tumor, this growth,
Ive clawed at my tummy. Want to get it out.
don't blame yourself Daddy, you couldn't have known,
You've done your best for me-please don't have doubt."

"He told me to be quiet or he'd do it again,
If I told a soul I'd be hurt like before.
But now he can't touch me, I'm safe from him now,
I'll be scared and quiet and run no more."

"Please don't be sad Daddy, please don't cry,
In doing what I've done-it means that I win.
I've taken control of my future and life,
and in killing myself, I can kill part of him."

"I'm better now Daddy, not scared anymore,
I'll say Hi to Mum for you-send her your love.
Be strong for me Daddy, I know that you will,
I'm still with you Daddy, right here up above."

He closed the note with trembling hands,
and saw 2 words written on the outside.
"Steven Muire" he read and he knew straightaway,
that this name enabled him to avenge her pride.

He tucked the note in his pocket, moved back to the bed,
his daughter in his arms he whispered in her ear.
"I'll find him honey, If its the last thing i do!"
And from his face to her cheek fell one last lonely tear.