Sunday, 6 April 2014

I wish you were dead.

I was your own
Your own blood.
I was from you, 
And I was your daughter.
You never saw that.

Power and Sex
Money and Position
Mistakes that stuck
Stabs to the family.
You never saw that.

You woke me up
Dead of the night
Phantom of darkness
One blow and Another,
My every tear
I paid for mistakes 
I never made
You never saw that.

I was you own, 
You never saw me as one
You wanted me gone,
For every night you are alive
I now wish you were dead.

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