My heart is left in shambles, this time unrepaired.
The promises that you’ve made me, I think you can’t understand.
I wish you knew how much this hurts.
But you could NEVER understand.
The beating, the torment unleashed by that man.
He’s supposed to be a gentle hand to hold.
When everyone else is just hates.
Never what I knew, just the drink in his hand.
Now I lay here crying.
With cocaine in MY hand.
Driven down to nothing.
Just the puppet of this man.
He tried to say he loved me.
But for that I just laughed.
Then he broke a broom stick.
And all I heard was crash.
I hoped that it was me.
For I’ve heard it once before.
This sound of blood torment.
Spilt out on the floor.
I looked down only to see.
That broom stick, sticking out of me.
All I could do was smile.
I knew that it was over.
I laughed and smiled.
As I hit the floor.
For I knew it was over.
And my father would hurt me no more.
 
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