His abuse

He picked her up as normal
4pm outside the gates
Never did he forget her
Never once was he late

They drove the familiar roads
But never spoke a word
She knows it's better quiet
Because she'd rather not be heard

But yesterday was different
He tried to kiss her cheek
She didn't know what to do
And her defense was just to weak

He told her she was useless
Just another disgraceful teen
Slapping her across the face
For the horrible daughter she'd been

The road turned to shingle
And she started to panic again
The handle on the door was jammed
So she vowed to play his game

Slowly he stopped the car
Maybe it was all a mistake
But then he forcefully grabbed her
By then it was far to late

He ripped at her innocent skin
And smacked her till she bleed
Her mind just wasn't thinking
She thought that she was dead

One final kick from him,
smashes her in the back
He's to gutless to stick around
What sort of Father is that?

Her eyelids are getting heavy
and her body is numb with pain
She knows she must be quiet
Her anger she has to tame

Because he is her Father
The one who brought her up
She will never tell a soul of this
Instead her arms she'll cut

Self harm just is the way
After all he did to her
Visions of that winters day
Need to become a blur

The police, her friends and pals
Would never believe her plea
Because he is such a "nice guy"
His inner core they wouldn't see

So tonight she lays in bed
Her eyes red from all the crying
She'll remember all the good things
And again fight off dying.

-Uhh, i'm in a very dull state at the moment, sorry. -