Millions of tears,
Ran down her face,
As her father slapped her
With full disgrace.

He was full of hatred,
But what had she done?
She had only been out
For some meaningless fun.

She had returned,
Around 12 o'clock.
And found her father,
Full of beer and shock.

He raised his hand
And slapped her good.
As any good father
Never should.

She took the phone
And called a friend.
To come pick her up,
So this would end.

As she waited,
She heard her dad.
Clearly drunk,
And clearly mad.

She heard a car,
And a knock on the door.
Her friend came in,
And her dad yelled some more.

She took her stuff,
And left it all behind.
As happy thoughts,
Ran through her mind.

She never went back,
Nor saw her dad again.
Thanks to the help,
Of her very best friend.

A couple of years later,
Her father died.
From alcohol abuse,
She never once cried.

The day of the funeral,
Was sunny and bright.
And she remembered
That one frightful night.

As she put
Some flowers on his grave,
She spit, said goodbye,
And walked away.
 
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