I cant Cant face the day. It’s hard Hard to stay. So just Just stay out of my way Remembering All the words you said to me Singing in my head Like some sick twisted melody Good lord I cant get rid of your memory It’s hitting me Hitting me hard Your words They’ve left my heart scarred Twisted Your scam A victim of your sick and twisted plan You don’t Don’t see who I am Why do you continue to say things that Ruin my day. I won't give in to you. Theres just some things Even I wouldn't do. Your evil. And you know it. Your a monster like i'm a poet. You lure people into your trap Then when your done Use them like some street rat. Your devious no doubt You capture them and leave them with no way out. So what are you? You really have no name. Your merely some game. But I know something to call you A name you could say. The name that still haunts me to this day. You got a rope around me A tightening noose But this is what I call you The destroyer of many lives. You are Sexual abuse.
.Raised.To.Be.Broken. · Fri Nov 03, 2006 @ 06:40pm · 0 Comments |