Based on a true story.
The darkest days of my life,
when time was a hurdle,
everything seemed shattered,
for the torture you’ve done to me.
Being abused by your lust,
never had the thought,
of who I am to you,
you quenched your vulgar thirst,
again and again.
I cried, I screamed,
loud and aloud,
but you turned your ear deaf,
until the time the results came out.
I conceived, faced miscarriage,
again conceived by your absurd desires,
still you showed no pity on me.
Never came upto the thought,
that I’m your daughter,
and how unfortunate I am,
that you’re my bloody father!!
Now time passed by,
and a verdict would be taken,
you’ll be behind the bars,
and suffer till your death.
OOPS! I meant to say at least (he’s) locked up. From the dirt of your past let beautiful flowers bloom, It will get better in time, What he did was not love, he was sick in the head, and he needs to be punished, and you might need to get professional help so you can move past this and see your worth, not the damage that was inflicted on you. My prayers goes out to you for emotional and mental recovery, and spiritual strength because something so horrible as that could have left some scars that needs to be addressed. If you have some difficult moments that resurface then seek help and don’t worry about what someone else thinks. Make yourself strong and not become a victim of your past. Cheer-up honey better days are coming! 
So sad. 
It’s very touching! great post
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