You made me feel I cud never share the guilt that was yours
You told me you loved me, thats we should run away
You touched me discreetly, so other couldn't see
You made me feel that it was all my fault
You touched me in places you shouldn't
from wen I was just 13
I still carry this secret round still afraid to tell
You try to kiss me, when you know it's wrong
You must do you said it all the time that you were sorry that it would never happen agen
But you kept touching me and it made me sick
Well it's you little secret that I have to keep
Which kills me deep inside
the only way I cud cope was to was to drag that razor across my skin that wud make the blood pour
Sometimes I wish I wasn't here at all
(not really a poem just couldn't keep this secret much longer)
