She was daddy's little girl, who had fallen and scraped her knee,
daddy put on the pink bandade and repeated that he loved me.
Whos long blonde hair shined off the sun, as he pushed me on the swing.
I was daddys little princess for now and forever will be.
But daddy's girl grew u, and fallen madley in love,
who couldnt help but smile every time he touched,
but daddy didn't approve, and things just went down hill.
So daddy's little girl took that hard love spill...
She cut down all her hair, and tore off the bandage,
revealed her cuts and burns and all of loves damage.
Blood trickling down her skin,
like water from the sink.
Blasting out her music, no room left to think.
Daddy's little girl, called out his name,
as she hung tight from the ceiling and a bullet in her brain.
-Razors like morphine to the wrist of an addict.
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awww this is a really emotional sincere poem. I really like how you start out from when you are young and grow older and I can see how you change. Really good job! and I really like the ending although it's really sad it really portrays how she changed drammatically and how she really needed her dad and he didn't come.
~gabi
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