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for years i kept the secret becasue no one had believed me the first time, so i gave up.
as years went by they left me alone. only for me to be hurting andi kept it ocked inside. keeping secrets slowyly began to
devour my soul. i became sucidal and morbid. i drank to soothe the pain, popped pills to numb what i was feelings inside none
of it worked.
i've have had so much pain in my life. i cant say that i wasnt happy as a child, but most
of the time i spent running away from all my problems and being alone with my abusers. but every summer i ended up in their
clutches and once again i was hurt. i grew older and could fight for myself but their was this emptiness from years of being
a used toy.
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Love which is
suppose to make the world go around. because they didnt love me and they used me gave me more reason to love . i dont want
to be them, i want to be me. i want to live my life. this funny stupid emotional horrible deadly life. i want to love
and be loved
I Survived
please love me.
i need you to love me. im so damaged i need so much help. my soul cries out.... the tears running into the seas. i dont want
to be another soul floating on the wind trying to find the one thing
our lives meant nothing; we were sinners,whores, alcoholics, love addicts. some nights we were prositutes,
selling our hearts on the open market...we turned good girls into siners, bad boys into lovers, and ourselves from abused
little girls into broken women
©Solitia
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