Pappa?

Pappa?

why?

why did you leave me to burn.

I tried to be brave for you, because,

 

you always said crying was weak.

I'm sorry I failed you.

But i was a child.

I didn't deserved to be punished? did i?

I cry at night because of you.

 of what you've done to me in the horros of the night

I wish  i knew the other side of you,

the other side that momma must have seen in you.

and momma, why didn't you protect me? I thought you at least loved me?

am I really that undeserving of love? just tell me now..

please momma, protect me.

I've done everything that you and Pappa have asked of me,

I just wanted you to think of me as your daughter, instead of some pest who is your punching bag, or for pappa, a play toy.

 

I just want to know the thing that is called love.

Is that really so much to ask?