Thinking of Her
by Christine Anne Endlich
What did it take to have her naivety burst;
it was her stepfather's sickening thirst.
To have a sweet child's innocence shattered.
She never cared nothing ever seemed to matter.
Where did she always go?
No one but her will ever know.
Going into a deep abyss,
Could never again receive a hug or kiss.
She could never ever feel,
Cause that would mean it was actually real.
He always made sure with toys she'd be spoiled,
He believed it made up for being tainted and soiled.
Her love he would try and buy,
when all she wanted was for him to die.
Did he ever think of what it would cost?
It was my inner child, a little girl lost.
Always feeling like damaged goods inside,
A huge part of her already died.
The mornings were the scariest part of the day.
To wake up to a nightmare as you lay.
How could you treat me so horribly bad?
Didn't you know you were just supposed to be my Dad?
