Why

*My Life the feeling of a broken down heart with no satisfaction to heal the shattered piece that a man did to me, my life taken without permission buried with no gravestone and yet killed with no justice

Started with a hook up

A kiss here a stroke there

not irrelevant for me to say don't stop on the other hand the plus sign appeared in the midst of tending to his needs that blinded me of things that I was suppose to see

Why

Did I do these things because he said L-O-V and it took me forever searching in the dark with no guide light that these girl have yet not seen the important that it means

now I ask myself ;

how long will it take to find that E everyone speaks of

How

When

Where

they make it so easy to tell the guardian what a man did to their body that no D-A-D would allow but once did to the woman I grew calling mommy

wrapping her virginity up and leaving it on god doorstep to make me

As I get on to tell the man and woman that grew up that there child is having a child

the sound of a woman weeping as she fall to the ground crying for god to help and for me not to go prior to intense yell of a man roar through the humble house I once called a home

get the hell out at the same time throwing my clothes

its either lay down on the table and suck the life out of was to be my child a voice in my head constantly reminding me I'm a murder nevertheless i would be nothing more than the man that took my life from me or go out into the world raising a child only a child based on the lesson i chose to listen to

Now I’m on my knees wishing i got that one shot, took that one pill, and now i hope pass this test all because of what this one person took from me

They said It dont hurt but they lied My Life the feeling of a broken down heart with no satisfaction to heal the shattered piece that a man did to me, my life taken without permission buried with no gravestone and yet killed with no justice