A Letter

A Letter to my Captor:

        It started long before I was even born. You prayed on me how wolves hunt sheep. The only difference is at least the sheep had a chance to escape.

        You beat, starved, locked me away and still managed to say, “I love you.” I was just a kid. I didn’t know any better, so I believed you. After every horrific night, you would pat my head and say, “That wasn’t so bad.”

        Years come and go; the pain eventually a part of the routine. Lies fill my ears as you speak on empty promises and broken dreams. You chose to walk away and still managed to blame it on me. Trauma so deep that I can’t distinguish it from reality.

        You ruined my life and you ruined the best parts of me. I don’t even know who me is anymore. I don’t think she ever existed. It was always about you and how to survive you.

So here is my “f**k you!”

And if it this hasn’t been clear; this is to you dad.