Daddy's Little Girl

Why did you do it?
Daddy, why would you hurt me?
Do you get some sick pleasure,
From making me cry since I was 3?

You were my hero,
In my eyes you could do no wrong.
Sometimes I wish you did care for me,
Like in Eminem's "Mockingbird" song.

Why did you lay your sick twisted fingers,
On your little girl?
And inbetween emotional abuse left and right,
Oh, don't forget physical in the whirl.

I love you but I detest you,
Your dirty tricks messed up my life.
To have grow up so young not knowing joy,
Living reclusive with lots of strife.

You killed me,
Murdered my soul and left me to die.
Because of all this,
Who knew you could go at the age of five.