To My Father
4 October, 2003
Author: Sweet_Suicide
i can't look him in the eye.
his voice makes my skin crawl.
with every word and insult,
i feel myself start to fall.
daddy's youngest child.
his wish is my command.
when i kill myself to escape him
will someone please hold my hand?
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