I miss the times where you would hold me, love me, and say it's alright
apparently those days no longer exist to you.
All the scars and bruises I have are memories of what you did
How could you do this, do this to me?
Your little girl.
The one you once loved and cared for,
held her tight and kissed her goodnight
You said you would do anything to protect me, I believed you.
I don't understand why I had been so foolish
I took in every word you said, every last drop
and I see now that it was all a waste.
I hide my pain in tears and cut wrists,
Nobody asks what happened,
No one cares about me.
The thoughts of suicide run through my mind.
And what do you do?
nothing.
You don't care about the little girl you once knew,
but nevermore will.
So as I sit here, drowning in my tears,
You stand there, arm in arm with her.
Saying you love her and you'll care for her,
She'll never believe it, never.
I'll make sure that innocent girl never does.
I don't want my little sister to end up like me.
Alone and hated.
Abused and in pain.
Unloved and broken.
Forever knowing that her father caused this pain.
My foster mum Liz had a new boy friend. He could be dead nice and buy me presents but that's only to hide what he did that night. When mums was out he would go in to my bedroom and lie down,...
Daddy's Little Girl
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011 with permission of the Author.