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

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...

Your genital eyes,
and caring touch...

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

You hold me,
and call me yours...

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

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

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

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

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

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