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like a hostage
i’m trapped, inside a box, inside a house, NO inside living hell. i’m inside somewhere i’ve never wanted to be, somewhere with so much negative energy it’s hard to breathe. unbelieveable anguish, it fills the air. i seriously don’t think i can deal with this anymore. i wanna be free, like a prisoner in jail, help me? please, that’s all i ask. i want my old life back, no the life where the bitch owns my father, and where i never see my mother. i want my mother back, she’s my besst friend and my back bone, as for my father..VANISH. i’d rather you leave forever with the person you have become, i wish the daddy i knew and loved would come back someday to say hello to his daughter, that’s all i’ve ever wanted. please, i beg of you. it’s such a terrible thing growing up in a house where you have to walk on eggshells. i hate it so. i really want my dad back, so please bring him back. don’t hit or scream or yell anymore, i’m scared. don’t cuss or be dominant anymore, i’m afraid. just love and cherish the bond that we used to have bc it’s always there. please come back, ):.
bottom line, I want my daddy back.
