Daddie's Little Girl

by Ana Weller   Jan 14, 2005


You left me in this world, all by myself.
Just another precious piece, sitting on your shelf.
Nothing left inside, sitting so empty.
I only wish you could see what you've done to me.
Left with a puddle of tears,
What has happened, was the worst of my fears.
Bruises and cuts is what you left me.
You've beat me with such glee.
Left and right, no where to turn.
Your face, in my memory it burns.
I can't forget what you've done, it hurt so much.
How could you do it? How could you do such?
Leaving your child, left in the dirt.
I wish it was you. I wish it was you that hurt.
You laugh in my face, a laugh so mean.
Your face, like the devil's it seems.
Your little girl, that is who I am.
I'm your little girl, daddie, don't you understand?
I gave you my love, and expected the same.
But instead, you play the hurt game.
I cry every night, I hope you know,
But your soft side, never even shows.
I'll never see the nice you,
Just like I used to.
You're never going to change...
It's always going to be the same....

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