01 Shawna L.
I lost all feeling of life.
I'm merely a lone survivor,
just trying to make it without,
all those romantic liars.
You with your fancy clothes,
and your kisses so soft on my neck.
I love you so much infact,
that you make me sick.
Your touch is like needles,
a sharp pain in my side.
A thorn without a rose,
as all things die.
What is it I could have ever seen in you,
has surely decayed away.
And whenever you think of me.
I hope you do to the dying day.
I hate that you still get to me,
even after all these years.
I feel like it was all my fault,
but I can't come to tears.
You raped me of my innocence,
you stole the life out of me.
And god I wish I could wash away,
all those dirty deeds.
Your hands all over my body,
how did I enjoy such things.
When in the end-
all you brought was pain.
I hate you forever touching me,
giving me those nights to learn to die.
And even still when I'm dead and buried,
I'll still know how to cry.
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