I don’t know when it started but it did.
you probably would’ve known way before i did, had you stayed father.
men not only filled the void in my heart you left to rot.
they also gave me much more than you have ever given me.
though some of them gave me thorns for roses, i never judged because at least they stayed.
guess it never hit me, i didn’t mind because at least their ultraviolence was better than silence.
fairy tales where stories you skipped out on.
all you left me were the thorns, i had to pick out the roses, no thanks to you of course.
father, now don’t cry because I sleep with men.
it’s not really your fault old man.
I simply caved in.