I am done hurting myself,
and all of you...

She was tattered and torn,
by her own boyfriend...

I think this poem sucks but there is nothing I can...
I am stained lying on the bathroom floor...

I was lost the first time you touched me,
I was your step daughter...

Your genital eyes,
and caring touch...

We talked about anything,
life or our other friends...

You had your chance to say you care,
embrace me in your arms...

I love you I said that to you today,
but than again I say it everyday...

You hold me,
and call me yours...

You know what makes me laugh,
and makes me cry...

I may look happy,
or may look sad...

It's not me,
yet its not you...