She sucked in a deep breath from the cigarette in her hand
The smoke filled her lungs, making the world seem bland
She was trying to limit herself to one each day
Her breath muffled with the smoke, all gray
Soon she was numb
Letting her fingers trace the scars with her thumb
Daddy daddy! Won't you play with me?
The little girl said as she hid behing the tree
Her father swept her up in his warm arms
Away from the the cruel world's harm
He was afraid of what the demanding ways of people would turn her into
Just learn to be happy, dear. I'm with you.
The scars that were eerily aligned in straight lines
Nothing made her happy anymore, except the wine
The monsters in her head screamed for release
Their voices never seemed to cease
She scoffed at her own state
Everyone had taken the ridiculous bait
He whispered a lullaby as she fell asleep
The life before her still a steady steep
Her father knew she would do good in this world
Even if she was young and inexperienced, her mind yet to be unfurled
He was anxious yet pleased due to her innocence
Which might break and be thrown away in an instance
She sighed and laid back on the sand
Her shoulders were tensed like a drawn back band
The good that she wanted to show had disappeared downwards like a never ending spiral
Her ways getting worse and worse, going round and round like the wheels of a cycle
She never learnt from her mistakes
At least that's what they say, but she doesn't know when to apply the breaks.
No matter how the world pushed the little girl, she didn't fall down
Instead, she stood up straighter because she held her daddy's crown
She could do anything with him beside her
But suddenly he left her in a confusing blur
No longer was he there to stroke her hair
And to tell her that she could do anything with flair.
The little girl was all grown now
She had succumbed to the pressure of her surrondings, taking a bow
For all the things she did to herself
Without any sense of forlorn on oneself
Daddy's little girl was now self bound
Carrying his death's pain with her like a nasty wound.
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