Sick of being,
Raped and used...

The lies
the hurt...

You say you that,
love me more...

This is a poem,
about a boy...

My life is not,
what i wanted it to be...

Im talking bout you now,
but your long gone...

You tried to be there,
and i thank you for that...

I believed your lies,
i thought they were true...

I am waiting for,
You outside the house...

Please slit my throat,
I am begging of you...

I hate all love,
And my life...

You think he loves you,
but it turns out s**t...