My Story Behind Closed Doors (Part 2)

Multiple times I tried to build up the confidence to get away.

But I let him over power me like I'm a sick stray.

I started to believe that maybe I deserved all of this.

That I was meant to be used and destroyed, to be tossed in the abyss.

He would say "This is punishment for being molested and raped,

because he had taken something that I am supposed to take."

"1 to 12 on the clock, isn't ready for the cock!"

Every second of the day waiting for the stop of my life clock.

Coming over to try to take something that I didn't have.

Destroying my only remains, as he only grew more mad.

I used to dream of being in love, with such beauty as the beauty of a dove.

Searching the Google engine for cute romantic pictures to just save.

In hopes that I will have that one day,

but now I was thinking that day will never come.

To believe in the word love was completely dumb.