Too SoonLifeless she seemsLying on the deskUp all night with screamsBut she won't confessShe made a mistakeSomething many girls doFor her, it's too lateDon't let it happen to you.Life is short,But don't start it too soon.Be sure you're in love.Before you go back in the room.
Dagger to my HeartEvery guy...just flies by.At first I cared,Then I get scared.I'm sorry...Here's my story.As a childThings were wild.Yelling, claimingname calls and blaming.I made the mistake,Now I meet my fate.Sleeping around,"Don't make a sound"I was only eight...But, it's too late.I messed up.. bad.But, I can't be sad.It's over and done.I'll always be one...They called me a whore,Yea, it left a scar.It's nothing new,But what can I do?I've tried to hideprotect my pride.I've wished I would dieBecause I hate to cry...My heart is heavy, my eyes are wet,As I talk of the memories I can't forget.I was 15 years old,when I ran home in the cold.I ran to the tuband gave my body a scrub,Until my flesh turned red.The thought rushed through my head.It had happened before,So I wasn't sure.I wasn't sure if it was rape.It happened before, when I was eight.
Cries for HelpLike a thunderstorm in my mindMy memories remain dark and stray.Why can't I seem to find,The answers I search for every day.Deep within my thoughtsLying here, infinitely curled.It seems, no matter how hard I fought,(So determined to win) I already lost my world.I could easily take the pain away.The only problem is this:The people I look after every day.The people, I would miss.I know the feeling would be gone.This awful feeling would no longer last.I could finally be haunted no moreBy the memories of my past.I could simply take my life.Make all of this pain disappear.One quick stroke of the knife.But still, there is something I fear.I could lose the one I love.The person that I've lived my life for.I couldn't be accepted into the heavens above.Because as a child... I was a whore.Please! Someone help me!Please! Help me be strong!Please.. Dear Lord, Help me..Please... I beg of you, show me what's wrong.Help me find the answers.Show me, there is hope.All I wa
At the Age of ThreeRed crayon in handA child smiles to her fatherHe smiles, shaking his head.Knowing he shouldn't bother."The markings on the wall,who put them there?"She lets the crayon falland looks a little scared.She shrugs with a smile,"Must have been me,"Pausing a short while,"But, that's when I was a baby"He laughs with a nodand takes her in his armsAlways to protect his childFrom the trials and lifes harms.
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