Every night when I think about you
Tears stream down my face...
I don't want to be that girl again,
I don't want to go back to how i used to be...
The lies, the deceit, everything that comes out...
It disfigures me till I feel like a freak...
After a while the door finally opened
Sis got me inside still battered and broken...
The day that I died was so long ago
It still haunts me now, more than you'll know...
Step one:
Kiss her neck, nibble on her ear...
I don't know if this poem is any good... I'm just...
I thought things were good now...