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Loony Bin

Sixteen

Daddy’s back again.
He came back again.
He’s not supposed to be here.

His grin is back,
sinister and all.

I hate it.
I hate him.
I want him gone.

“Hello Sweetie.”
I whimper.
“I missed you.”
I cry.
“Now come here,”
“give your Daddy a kiss hello.”


I shake my head,
he’s following me up the stairs.

“Please go.”

He shakes his head
and smiles,
but doesn’t leave.

I run
he chases.

I cry
he laughs.

I push
he hits.

I’m on the bed again
he’s doing it again.

I’m sobbing
he doesn’t stop.

Aren’t daddies supposed to love?

When I was little daddy used to
love me.

daddy held me when I cried,
Now Daddy laughs when I cry.

daddy used to kiss my booboos,
now Daddy causes the booboos.

Why did daddy stop loving me?
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Ooooohh man, I'm in a writing frenzy. I was so stuck on what to write and then like two days ago, all these ideas came and I just need to write them down before I forget. And I really wish you guys could see the actual layout of the writing. I think format is really important, but oh well.