This little girl would start at a very young age. She was quite and shy but that's where the danger lied. Scared each night her mother ran the streets. Mommy was into some heavy stuff. And that's where her moms danger lied. when daddy would come home with busted plump lips, black holes as eye, and cuts and scrapes from mommys villains it would rip her big heart out like paper from a book and lit in flames  dropping it in the trash like her anger. But that little girl would go to safety. That meant hiding knives in her room. She would also test limits like playing with fire and enjoying the way blood caught her eye and tied her to something deeper in life she would not know of yet. But you see those knives were there to protect her from him, him and his sins. She did not understand what he was doing. All she knew was she hated the touch or presence of him after each time it grew stronger and stronger. She would be mean to any other child or man. Because her trust had been stolen from her jewelry. But somehow within the mist of all she was going through with her cousin hurting her daddy was still her hero. She'd go live with grandma, the one who she heard all too much about. That grandma would physically, emotionally and mentally abuse her. Along with that she allowed everyone to do so as well. Sooner or later that same little girl would use those now seemingly strange but beautifully sharpe knives not to protect herself anymore but let them hurt her instead. She would than understand her love for pain and blood had red flags. That little girl would come to understand and feel empty without daddy. She would feel numb inside so she'd make freshly made cuts just to feel something anything. But what really contributed to her destroying her beautiful skin and playing this deadly game would be daddy. Daddy come to hurt her probably even more so than everyone else. The only man she never thought who would take her heart and shatter it into hundreds of pieces, the same man she'd thought she'd never waste tears over. Despite daddy turning into her villain she would still remind herself every time that once apon a time he had his good side and was the hero, the only one in her life.  with her cousin hurting her daddy was still her hero. She'd go live with much about. That grandma would physically, emotionally and  knives not to protect herself anymore but let them farther more hurt her instead. She would than understand her love for pain and blood had red flags. That little girl would come to understand and feel empty without daddy. She would feel numb inside so she'd make freshly made cuts just to feel something anything. But what really contributed to her destroying her beautiful skin and playing this deadly game would be daddy. Daddy come to hurt her probably even more so than everyone else. The only man she never thought who would take her heart and shatter it into hundreds of pieces, the same man she'd thought she'd never waste tears over. Many glass cups would over fill and shatter as her broken heart, the empty love she had. But Despite daddy turning into her villain she would still remind herself every time that once apon a time he had his good side and was the hero, the only one in her life.