It wasn\'t u.. it was the meth

This anger is taking control of me and I dont know what to do... No one can help me for they dont know what I\'ve been through...

I open my door and turn on the light.. rush to the bathroom .. for I know everything will be alright.

I open the cabinet and take the knife to begin.. I know that I will get it out deep inside within..

This anger is taking control of me and I dont know what to do... No one can help me for they dont know what I\'ve been through...

I cry myself to sleep for another morning of hell... This rape and abuse... something I can never tell...

Before I go to school daddy rapes me everyday... He\'ll beat me if I dont do what he would say...

I tighten my body as I hear his footsteps outside the door. I pray to god \"Oh please I don\'t want it anymore!\"

This anger is taking control of me and I dont know what to do... No one can help me for they dont know what I\'ve been through...

He came in once again.. on time.. just so he can commite his daily crime.

I pushed him away and he slapped me in the face. He spat on me and told me I was a disgrace.

That made me fight harder. I got wipped some more. My whole body was weak and sore.

He got so mad that he beat me to my death. All because my father was so hooked up into his meth.