Daddy,

All the games

And toys

And excess calories

And empty words in the world

Could never pay for what you took from me.

I could kill you in my head

A thousand times

A million ways

In a billion settings

And it still wouldn't bring back the life you robbed me of.

If you want me back so badly,

You'd best hope we happen to meet in hell.

If you burn and rot there for long enough,

Maybe I'll forgive you.

Maybe we can be together again.

Not as father and daughter,

But as two poor bastards

Whose lives were both ruined

By you.

I'm sure we'd have plenty to talk about.

Or you can let my ass do the talking if you prefer.

Haha, you pervert, what did you think I meant?

I meant

grinding

your skull

into

the pavement.

Do they have pavement in hell?

Grinding your skull into the brimstone. Whatever.

Not like that shit's even real.

If there were a hell you'd be there already.

Oh, come on, I'm only teasing.

I know you stopped wanting me

When my age stopped fitting on the clock.

And you lied about it.

But you just couldn't quite bring yourself

To say in plain and simple terms

That you didn't do it,

Could you?

Because you know you did.

"I'm not homosexual." Dodging the question.

"I'm not homosexual?" Really?

Well how convenient, turns out I wasn't a boy either,

But that's beside the point.

The point is, seriously? "I'm not homosexual?"

That's what you think was wrong with what you did to me?

How about "I'm not a pedophile," genius.

Ha. Of course you could never have said that.

Because you know what you did, and you know what you are.

So.

Why'd you do it?

Did you really ever even find me pretty?

Or did you just get off on the power trip?

Pick on someone your own size, you creep.

I know why you don't.

You're weak.

Oh, you poor little sewer rat.

Always hopping between ladies like mouseholes.

Jumping ship whenever someone sets out the traps.

Leaving your litter behind.

And I was just another one of your flings.

Only difference is I was supposed to be your fucking kid you piece of shit.

And what about all the half-siblings I've never known?

How are they holding up?

Do you even know? Do you care?

Do you ever even spare a thought for the families you leave behind?

I guess you can't stay with any one woman

Because she would just crush you into dust,

Isn't that right?

She'd rip your heart out and bite it open.

Crumple you up into a little ball like soggy paper.

Weak in body.

Weak in mind.

Weak in spirit.

Weak,

Weak,

Weak.

Oh, well.

Not like anyone would ever willingly touch you anyway.

If you're so desperate for a woman's genuine touch,

Honey, allow me to be the first

And the last.

I'll make sure I'm the last.

"Love" you daddy xo xo ~ * ~ </3