your cynical laugh rings in my ears
only to be out-weighed by the number of my tears
i can feel your damp breath on my collar bone
im your fucking daugher, leave me alone
this isnt the father i once had
he was loving, caring, always glad
he never critized the person of me
he encouraged my dreams of what i wanted to be
but he changed immensly for the worse
now all he does is drink and curse
i miss you daddy, please come back
please tell me this inst your grip on my neck, never to be slack
but the shortage of breath takes me to a place of utter totality
its an escape from you, an escape from reality
the person who was my father doesnt live here any more
because my father wouldnt call me bitch and whore
and even as he beats me ill always pray
that he'll come to love me again some day

~this was a simple peice, but i wrote it to get my feelings out, not for form or ne thing... tell me what u think~