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Lying awake at night,
awaiting the footsteps of pain.
Long ago given up the fight,
her mind still feeling the cane.
Body shaking, hands are cold,
wishing for a magic wand.
All started, only 10 years old,
at 16 there still is no end."
Hi my love, it's time again,
be a good girl and i'll be nice."
His breath is bad, sweaty hands,
moving between her thighs.
Countless memories hunting her down,
the bedsprings begin to squeak.
Feeling like she gonna drown,
her anger about to peak.
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Shame and fear, insanity near,
not ever again feeling pure
Will there be a time
where she can be secure.
Cowering, featureless face,
life flowing down the drain.
Eyes staring into open space,
the knife dropping from her hands.
No shame, no fear, no footsteps near,
first time to feel self-assured.
Daddys girl
forever now secure.
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