Im... so... sorry

I'm sorry daddy,
that i told.
I'm sorry i gave it away.
it all happened so quickly,
the questions they asked.
i didn't know what i was saying at all.
i wasn't mad at you,
it wasn't that it really wasn't.
they just wanted to know why my wrists were bleeding.

i didn't tell them at first...
i just told them that it was easy,
to just do it and get it over with.
at least thats what i said in my head.
but you have to agree,
no one wants to be like that.
and then that social worker came...
she asked me these questions,
these stupid questions,
like is there any abuse in your home?
and what was i to say?
a lie?
you've always taught me not to lie,
so i really did what you would have wanted me to.

but I'm sorry daddy,
i didn't mean to hurt you so,
i didn't MEAN to tell...
i wont talk about it ever again,
as long as you still like me.
i promise ill be a good girl for you.
ill get good grades and not talk back,
ill follow all your rules and sit through your lectures,
ill hug you and kiss you as much as you want, and i wont get mad when your drunk...

i promise ill be a good girl daddy,
i didn't mean to tell our secret...

this is to the man who betrayed me in so many ways, the man who was always and then never there for me, the man who almost ended my life...