just why, by skittlez Subscribe to rss feed for skittlez

How can I trust when so many are missleading they'll say
they will be there for you but these niggas are deceiving
out in public yea your cool people for sure but that all
change when your behind closed doors when the monster inside
of others come out for a little more your suppose to be my
family but your saying you got feelings for me you pulled
out your fucking dick and asked "can you please do something
for me" dirty ass man rubbing on me saying if I take care of
you you'll take care of me I ask you not to touch me you say
no one will know what happens but you and me and when I
finally think I got free from dealing with the nasty old
freaks my birthday comes and this bitch asks me to talk I
just got in so I didn't know she was drunk so she try to
lock me in a room with her with only one escape she asked if
she can kiss me I told her I don't go that way so for my
19th birthday my gift was to again almost get raped no one
knows what happens behind closed doors so from the look on
my face you should know when I want to break down for sure
Posted: 2014-12-17 23:12:30 UTC

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