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A little girl, about the age of six, comes home from school to find her father crying, his face in his hands.
“Daddy?” she asks, her little voice so soft.
“Yes, baby?” he replies with the smell of whiskey on his breath.
“Why are you crying Daddy?” the adorable, bright blue eyes stared up at him.
“Because I feel absolute pain within me, baby.” he looked at her, removing his face from his dirtied, cold hands.
“What’s pain, Daddy?”
“It’s something that anguishes my soul, baby.”
“What’s anguish, Daddy?”
“Something that sorrows me so, baby.”
“What’s sorrow, Daddy?”
“Sorrow is sadness, babe.”
“Why are you sad?”
“Because your mommy is gone.” he whispered with a horse voice.
“Where did mommy go?” she asked, her voice getting higher, and you could tell she was about to cry.
“In the ground, baby.”
“Why’s she there? What did mommy need in the ground?”
“Nothing. She’s just there, and will always be.”
“But… What did mommy do to be in the ground forever?”
“She stole from us, cheated on me, and was going to leave anyway.” he uttered out angrily, but his eyes still looked calm and nice. “But now she’ll always be near us, in the ground, baby.”
The small girl looked confused. “But can she still talk to me? Sing to me? Read to me if she’s in the ground?”
“No, I’m sorry baby. But I can do those things for you.”
“I want mommy to do it!” tears welled in the girl’s eyes.
The man just sighed as the little girl ran to her room, and the rest of the whiskey slid down his throat as he grabbed a thick rope and went to he and his wife’s room.
“Daddy?” the little girl called just an hour later. “Daddy, I’m hungry. Where are you?”
She pushed open the door to her father’s bedroom and looked at him.
“Daddy? Why are you hanging in the air like that? Daddy?! Please come down! Daddy! I’ll let you talk to me, sing to me, read to me! Just come down please!” she cried and tugged at her father’s pant leg.
“Daddy?” she asks, her little voice so soft.
“Yes, baby?” he replies with the smell of whiskey on his breath.
“Why are you crying Daddy?” the adorable, bright blue eyes stared up at him.
“Because I feel absolute pain within me, baby.” he looked at her, removing his face from his dirtied, cold hands.
“What’s pain, Daddy?”
“It’s something that anguishes my soul, baby.”
“What’s anguish, Daddy?”
“Something that sorrows me so, baby.”
“What’s sorrow, Daddy?”
“Sorrow is sadness, babe.”
“Why are you sad?”
“Because your mommy is gone.” he whispered with a horse voice.
“Where did mommy go?” she asked, her voice getting higher, and you could tell she was about to cry.
“In the ground, baby.”
“Why’s she there? What did mommy need in the ground?”
“Nothing. She’s just there, and will always be.”
“But… What did mommy do to be in the ground forever?”
“She stole from us, cheated on me, and was going to leave anyway.” he uttered out angrily, but his eyes still looked calm and nice. “But now she’ll always be near us, in the ground, baby.”
The small girl looked confused. “But can she still talk to me? Sing to me? Read to me if she’s in the ground?”
“No, I’m sorry baby. But I can do those things for you.”
“I want mommy to do it!” tears welled in the girl’s eyes.
The man just sighed as the little girl ran to her room, and the rest of the whiskey slid down his throat as he grabbed a thick rope and went to he and his wife’s room.
“Daddy?” the little girl called just an hour later. “Daddy, I’m hungry. Where are you?”
She pushed open the door to her father’s bedroom and looked at him.
“Daddy? Why are you hanging in the air like that? Daddy?! Please come down! Daddy! I’ll let you talk to me, sing to me, read to me! Just come down please!” she cried and tugged at her father’s pant leg.
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Daddy
Daddy.
You never were really there for me.
You never really have cared for me.
You listen to me very rarely.
I feel close to you barely.
Every thing mom did was the most important stuff.
Every thing I did you thought was never good enough.
You're a very small man,
and for that I will not stand.
You weren't there when I said I needed you.
you always had something better or something else to do.
I once loved spending time with you,
but that was the one thing you never wanted to do.
So now I have given up, and I just don't care.
And when I'm asked about you ever once in a while, a good response is all to rare.
You will never know
Literature
Daddys little girl
I'm never going to be,
daddy's little girl.
cause when i was younger,
daddy wrecked my world,
I never thought it was true
that I'd grow up alone
but then reality hit,
and i began to know
all those father daughter songs,
they were never mine
and i always had to turn the dial
but it was never just in time
cause my eyes would fill with tears,
and my heart would fill with hate
and oh dearest daddy
i still feel the same
I wish i could tell you
what its like inside
how every time i think of you
i break down and cry
how i wish i could have you
as my daddy once more
that way i could say
i was always daddy's little girl.
Literature
The Abused Gothic Boy -Poem-
Oh no, here we are again.
Hit pause, I need to think.
I need to get my breathing just right before I let you in.
I need to fake that smile you love and then ask you how you've been.
It's just that I don't want your fingers near my hips or my thighs or my lips.
I don't want you touching me, I'm a fucking boy not your newest fucking love toy.
The inflatable, fuckable, loveable, abuse-able, gothic doll.
Comes in a range of black or black packed with angst and scars and tears and woe.
Oh, and before this gets going can I just say,
That I never fucking liked you anyway?
Just fuck me now and make it quick.
I have a new life and a smile t
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I... I don't know what made me write this I seriously don't... but I like it. Not the best thing that's ever gone through my mind, but It's something I've never particually written about before, and I just... wrote I dunno. lol I kind of find it annoying that I made her ask so many questions, but hell people, she six! Of course... I was comtemplating five, but decided on six... Five seems to... young I guess. Oh well. Hope you like!
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I liked it, good work ^.^
It's sad!
Still creepily good though.
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It's sad!
Still creepily good though.
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