I write with such a dark persistence
well basically it describes my existence
funny how it is you didn't see what happened to me
so how could it be
have you ever seen a person so evil and twisted
she stood there clenched ****** striking me as she
was molesting me
with a knife in hand
to help make me understand
the consequences of my actions
if I were to describe the details of her abusive conduct
with each tear came a blow
until I wouldn't show
any feelings at all
how that enraged her then came the more creative abuse
nothing remained except a hollow shell of a child
nothing left to hurt
nothing left to beat
nothing left to scare
nothing left in there
but I did my job my loved ones I protected
they were never affected
I made sure that was perfected
so yeah insomnia rides my *** every night sure **** isn't right
but it's alright
Im here still and I care
how the **** can that be
she didn't **** off all of me please but I've been on my knees
asking for forgiveness
for being that weak little boy
that evil *****'s little toy
it's weird I don't feel ***** or any of that disgusting ****
I just feel anger and there's a lot of it