one day soon!

you left me behind!
behind in a cold, dark room.
i dont mind the darkness.
its an old friend.
i hold the bloody gause to my wound.
i was lucky this time.
my ribs protected my heart.
i had a hard time pulling the knife out.
you really stabed me hard this time.
all over what!
because you were mad about a slut!
you were mad because she left you unsatisfied?
what am i supposed to do about that?
i am your "dausghter"!
shouldnt you be fixing my wounds?
not making them.
i cant even get help for them.
i have to mend them myself.
stich and sow myself back together.
but what else am i suposed to do?
when your not stabbing me im your punching bag.
one day you will be mine.
one day you wont have to stich you own woonds.
because one day i will hunt you down and kill you.

PS that day will be very soon "dad"