Proud daugther

Proud daughter.

Father, please, father.
Don’t, please make it stop.
I am balancing on a cord and you are holding a pair of scissors.
I don’t want to fight it anymore.
I am tired of pretending.
Don’t want to fake tears anymore.
Father, please I am begging you.
Make it stop end it please.
For years I am putting up with this.
I am so, so tired.
Here I am standing with my back against the wall.
Again.
Please father I am begging you.
Just pull the damn trigger.
For godsake.
Men up and keep to your promises.
Goodbye father.
At least I die as a proud daughter.

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