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

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

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

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

Your genital eyes,
and caring touch...

You hold me,
and call me yours...

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...

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

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

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

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