My Daddy says I'm not
not the same little girl anymore. Daddy says I've changed.
Daddy thinks its cause I'm grown up, That I've changed my ways.
But Daddy doesn't know, Daddy doesn't see, all the scars upon my wrist, and
all the places I bleed. Daddy doesn't unsterstand, and i really don't know why,
Daddy doesn't know that I really want to die. Daddy doesn't get to see,
this terrible place inside my mind. Daddy doesn't know all the things I hide.
I wish I could just scream to my Daddy that I am not ohk. I wish I could ask
him to take my pain away. My depression, daddy doesn't know about, Daddy doesn't
know that i want to scream and shout. Daddy was right, but daddy doesn't know.
he lost his little girl long ago.
mine, rough draft thing.