daddy issues
Never forget those terrible things he did
those terrible things he said
the things that made yu cry in bed
praying to only see red
the blood dripping down your wrists
oh alice what will we do with you
swallow these pills alice
red,white,blue
daddy issues they'd all say
but what they say aint true
to have daddy issues you must have a dad and that i do not do.
~Karianna Jones
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