Every day I wonder why.
Every night I lay and cry.
Why won't you stop?
My self-esteem is beginning rot.
Since I was 8 years old you've done this.
I told my mom, but only got punished.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Not get raped by dad tonight.
When 11 p.m. rolled around,
I walked to the closet "Shh. Don't make a sound."
I pulled out the AK,
Hope I loaded it the right way.
Along came mid-night, along with my dad.
I pulled the trigger. Poof. Gone. He's dead.
 
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