He walks through the door,
And he holds me tight.
I can feel it already,
Starting to rise.
He picks me up gently,
Throws me down on the bed.
Touches my body,
And kisses my neck.
My hands slide down
His chest,
Looking for the tool,
I need
to fix
my
needs.
We don't use a ******,
'Cause I'm on the pill.
So he unbuttons my jeans,
And I'm begging for more.
He takes of my shirt,
sets it down on the floor.
He takes a deep breath,
As I undo his jeans,
Open my mouth,
Aiming to please.
His hand is on my head,
And I pick up the speed.
He pulls it out,
and I say,
"Put it inside me."
He does what I ask,
And says,
"Oh my god, you're so wet.
And so tight, oh god.."
And he slams into me.
While I begin to scream.
Scream his name,
And scratch at his back.
All fairytales,
Have a happy ending.
He indeed had,
A happy ending.
All over my chest.

These people-
******* teens-
Can get the ****
Away from me.
Gossip and hormones,
STD's,
These kids
Will be the death of me.
They laugh at the weak
And worship the rich.
They don't have a job,
But they get what they wish.
Designer purses, and wallets and shoes.
Buckle jeans, skinny and lean,
'Cause they can afford healthy foods.
"My car has a scratch, daddy.
Buy a new one."
While I'm 17 years old,
Working a part time job,
Walking to school.
With pants 3 sizes to big,
Because I can't afford food,
So I don't eat at all.
I have bills to help pay,
Because my parents are broke.
And the only fun I get,
Is when I can smoke,
And when I get pills,
And when I can work.
I hate this ****,
It's so annoying,
Explaining why my mommy,
Can't afford me a ride..
Can't afford me a home,
Or a haircut,
Or glasses.
I walk home from school blind,
But I can't see their *****,
Driving by.
With all the expensive luxuries..