Maybe I am just being overdramatic

That’s what I thought

Till he laid his hands on me

And then I knew I was tainted

I wasn’t fooling anyone

I was the wild rambunctious mormon slut whore hoe

Who was forced to lose their innocence

I didn’t deserve love or friends or the parents and family that I kept pushing away.

I deserved what happened to me

And I deserved to die

This wasn’t the first time I tried

But for some reason I wrote a note to the two friends

That protected me from what they saw happen.

They got a peek at what was behind the mask

And they stopped my hands

That were holding that butcher knife

From plunging it into my neck

For which I am eternally grateful

Most of the time


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