Safety
At this age, I shouldn't be associating locked doors and loneliness with safety. I should not be afraid of you. I should not let you tear me down, piece by piece. I should not let you hurt me. I will not let you hurt me anymore. You are my father, I am your daughter, or so I thought. Why don't you love me the way that you love everyone else? Why do you treat me like scum? What did I do to you to make things like this?!













