hes dying to come inside
and take every part of me
my heart, my body, my mind
but ive locked the door
hidden deep under blankets of security
and he keeps knocking
telling me to let him in
for what, a kiss goodnight?
in places a dad should never go
inside, he's inside, inside my room
inside of me, down go the covers
off comes his belt, and
hes tearing me all over again
he's inside of me, and i am dying
i'd cry but he saids there is no reason for tears
no one knows why i am afraid of the dark
and the sound of the door as it creaks open
and i've learned just to lay there
staring at the ceiling as my stomach turns with sickness
daddy, is this what love is?
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