The first time I saw you, was the first time you saw me. You look so tiny and fragile like a pea but you come with a whole big new manual I know nothing about.

So scared yet so happy to see a little tiny me. I don't know what the future holds, but I am sure I see us together in it.

Oh, you growth, I plead with you earnestly, do not take her away from me or should I rather say do not make her turn away from me.

You all should shut up, yes I said shut up.

Can someone answer me then, am I being too selfish not to allow him to take her away from me? Am I being too selfish if I want her to remain as she is now?

Don't you dare look at me with that eye, am I the only person who has prayed such prayer? But yet I hear no answer because they are not real.

Look I want her to blossom, to blossom like bluebells in the spring, yet I want her to be just like she is now a tiny little me.

She wakes up to the voice and screams that smash her head,
She wakes up to the filth he left her with,
She wakes up to the tears that flood her pillow,
She wakes up to the relentless pain inflicted on her.

She wakes up from nightmares that seem so real,
Nightmares of seeing the blood permeate her dress,
Nightmares of being silenced,
Nightmares of fighting and struggling to be free,
Nightmares of shattered youthful days.

She wakes up to the smell of drugs,
She wakes up to the smell of alcohol,
She wakes up to the smell of smoke,
She wakes up to the smell of a familiar scent, a scent that never leaves no matter how hard she scrubbed,
She wakes up to the scariest man that she has ever seen and known, the man they call her father.