...

You used to have a gift for making me feel loved;
But now this break, down my throat is shoved...

You kissed me with a passion that i knew was real;
then left me all alone, with my pain to deal...

I worshiped your love like a poison i couldn't let go of;
killing me slowly, a token of your love...

I wonder if you miss me at all, if you want to hear my voice;
but without me around I'm sure you'll just rejoice...

You used to be devoted, full of caring and respect;
now you just make me feel like a terrible defect...

I know I'm not normal, that I'm fucked up inside;
but you always promised to be right by my side...

Through thick and thin you said, you lied;
you wouldn't care if i died...

I'm not special, I'm not your everything;
I'm not essential to your life like i used to think...

My bitterness grows with every hour your gone;
why did i agree to let you try to move on...?

To give you a break, to get your thoughts straight;
all of a sudden you'll realize that I'm not so great...

You hands used to penetrate me, leaving me with fear;
but suddenly I'd take anything just to have you near...

I just lay here and think of all the things you've done;
and realize to you it was all in good fun...

My tears don't mean anything, I'd be anything for you;
A virgin? a whore? what am i to do...?

I know i've been with others before, i mostly have no choice;
even when i tried to scream i found i had no voice...

By Delilah i was jumped, then loved, something i never had;
So i let her have me anyway she wanted, the good and the bad...

So desperate for love i was, i did what i never wanted;
from girl or guy sex was ruined, but i never thought it...

i just let it happen,
so i was never alone,
so i was loved,
but now i've been shown...
Sex is everything;
love the faerie tale...
I'd do anything for you though;
maybe i'll go to hell...
My nightmare is reality
i know i'll never escape
the never ending feeling
of eternal rape...
But i can be with you
i don't was to let go
if i force myself to commited
or get the feeling of love...
Is it love for me?
or the act of intercourse?
and i nothing but a doll
Just a source
of sex?
always to live in fear
of who will use me next?
will no one ever love me
just because i'm me
not because of my boobs
or my female body..?


oh; woe is me...