Daddy

It was harmless at the start,

Just someone to play the part

Of father and friend,

So she talked to him again.

It went on for weeks--

No valleys, all peaks--

A cute fun thing,

A careless little fling.

But then it got serious

And somewhat delirious

He touched her here

And pulled her near.

The struggle came fast;

Would it ever really last?

Was this someone she could trust

Or a man filled with lust?

Before long it got worse

And his existence she cursed.

She shut down in shock

As he harshly mocked.

There was nothing like the raping

An unwilling give while he was taking,

So she shut down entirely--

Suffering slow and silently.

Somehow she let it go on,

Four months it went along

Taking away her innocence 

And leaving her desolate, in a sense.

Now she's got a story to tell

About how she survived her hell

But her spirit is torn

By other people's scorn.

So she wishes for a knife

And plans to take her life

Because all is lost

At the highest cost.

Author's Note

it took a lot out of me to write this. it's a poem, it's a story, and it's true. any feedback is therefore even more highly appreciated.

~thank you