just why

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By 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

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