My daddy

For the first 11 yrs of my life, I thought and was told that my biological father was only my "uncle"...I thought the man who fucking hurt me WAS my father....

When I found out the truth, I was so pissed, shocked and angry...

Did my "uncle" know about what was going on with me when he would come to see me?

Did my "uncle" know how hurt I was, how scared I was, how confused I was?

Did my "uncle" listen as I talked to him, looking for clues?

How could my "uncle" visit me, then leave me in that house of horrors?

I thought he loved me...the pictures look like he did...

Didn't my "uncle" see the bruises and marks?

Didn't my "uncle" hear the despair in my voice?

Why would he leave me???

Today is his birthday, my uncle, my daddy....he is dead, dead and gone....did he know?  would I have told him?  did he care?  
He left me, and I will never have the answers to my questions...there will never be closure for me...

Only closure for him.......