Sleep

She’s been here so many times
Before she can’t remember
When she last felt anything at all
But this fear and anger
She states intently at the door
Listens for his footsteps
She knows exactly what’s in store
And the knowing makes it worse
Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father’s head
(Makes it worse)
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end
Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father’s head
(Makes it worse)
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end
When he calls her daddy’s little girl
She doesn’t keep him
When he crushed her
She can’t feel her screams are silent
Hides in the corners of her mind
Where she plays contentedly
She leaves this night more far behind
Escapes inside her dreams
Floating high above her bed
Staring at her father’s head
(Inside her dreams)
Wishing one of them were dead
So this hell could finally end