You, daddy, 
You daddy
you are like a Benevolent Guillotine

My eyes are in the ceieling and the..
the...
you know...
The people who stare at me at school
They dont wanna hear it.

They dont wanna know.
God they're SICK. 
Their sick of hearing
Her ears ring from my voice
she says 

"GOD I WISH SHED SHUT UP"
poor victim poor me poor me

They tell me to move on, to stop writing
stop spitting
stop shedding my flesh and tears
over the benevolent Guillotine.

No not because they care
not because for two minutes they wear
my face and my bruises
NO NO 
they are sick for  themselves.

Im raining on their parade
Me and my darkness
The darkness
daddy...
yes... What you did
It created in me

A darkness.
Without escape 
Now Im fake
trying to live
in the death you gifted
In the horror you lifted


How about how sick I was
How sick I was of your razor crotch
weighing down on my body...

Holding my screams, 
how about how sick and tired
how SICK and tired
of being crazy

Are you nice, are you mean
am I on your list
am I here? Am I redeemed?

No im evil.
Evil like mama said, "Youll never be seen"
Thats why thats why
you kill me

you slice me

with your soft words 
and your

Benevolent Guillotine


No I'm okay daddy. its okay. 

smiles smiles smiles smiles all day.