I really have to wonder who or what made Daddy become this way. Babies aren't born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It's fashioned.

I know I can't stay here forever

The Screaming flashed me back to a time when mom and dad were still together if you could call miles apart together.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me

Don't bother Me with promises. Vows are cheaply manufactured, come with no guarantees. Don't bother to say you love me. The word is indefinable. Joy to some, heartbreak to others, depending on circumstance. There is evidence that the emotion can make a person live longer, evidence it can kill you early. I think it's akin to a deadly disease. Or at least some exotic fever. Catch it, and you'd better, quick, swallow some medication to use as a weapon against the fire ravaging body and soul.