Daddys Little Princess.

He was all I had left.

Though he didn't see it.

He just got what he wanted when he wanted it...

The way he would call out 'Princess.'

Then wishing he wasn't so angry.

The feeling of him inside me.

Then trying to forget it.

The feeling of him on top of me.

Then trying to scrub away the feeling.

The feeling of his hands groping me.

Then wishing I wasn't so useless.

The way he would force me to scream out his name.

Then wanting to scream out forhelp.

The way he would leave me crying in the corner.

Then wanting to trade everytear for a rose.

The dirty, unclean feeling he would leave behind.

Though he didn't need to worry about that thing anymore.

He didn't need to worry about the sobbing girl left lying on the ground anymore.

He didn't need to worry about her.

He didn't need to worry about Daddys Little Girl.