So sick
of being unheard
You're my father
You're supposed to protect
Your daughter
But you let this creep
Lie in my bed
He's probably
Feeling great pleasure
Having my delicates
At his leisure
Yep, I'm kind of mad
But he's my brothers
Best friend
So then why
Won't they protect me?
He had a bad habit
of staring at me
For hours on end
While I sit there and I pretend
I don't see him
I'm your daughter
I'm your little sister
So do I mean nothing to you?
It wouldn't be the first time
That someone's forced
Themselves on me
Making me hate myself
for existing
He told me he loves me
Told me he gives himself pleasure
Who says that to a girls face??
And yet my father
My brother
Don't do one **** thing
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
So sick
of being unheard
You're my father
You're supposed to protect
Your daughter
But you let this creep
Lie in my bed
He's probably
Feeling great pleasure
Having my delicates
At his leisure
Yep, I'm kind of mad
But he's my brothers
Best friend
So then why
Won't they protect me?
He had a bad habit
of staring at me
For hours on end
While I sit there and I pretend
I don't see him
I'm your daughter
I'm your little sister
So do I mean nothing to you?
It wouldn't be the first time
That someone's forced
Themselves on me
Making me hate myself
for existing
He told me he loves me
Told me he gives himself pleasure
Who says that to a girls face??
And yet my father
My brother
Don't do one **** thing
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