They Say loving you is wrong
but wrong to me feels right,
im in love with your kisses and how you hold me at night,
im not supposed to love you but your the only person I like, emotionally,sexually & physically you fit just right your the reason I stopped crying over the bs at night, you held me in your arms and told me it was alright, you was by my side when I gave up on life because I couldn't take the pressure by standing up for my rights to love the same ***
they say be yourself, be happy and free, but how can I do that when a sin is all they see, I love you, im in love with you no matter what we can share the same love with our middle fingers up....

I don't want to love you anymore
but it seems like every time you walk out of that door a part of me has just been stolen, burned, crushed and broken, I don't think its possible to love somebody as much as I love you
what am I supposed to do
when my hart ache for you and only you?
what have you done to me?
why can't I stop loving you?
im sooo ready to move on
I try and I try but loving you is a unbelievable high.

I know a girl she's
Tired
And she's afraid
Nobody understand her anyway,
She's hurting inside and crying out
somebody please wipe her tears
She's torn into pieces
stitch her back together
make her a coat for this cold and stormy weather,
she's a beautiful girl but she don't know it, she see herself as ugly and believe she knows it

She's always the second choice
She feels unloved
She's depressed
she want to fly like a bird  
She's a really nice girl
she just want to be free I know this girl because this girl is me.

I've been through the struggle!
have you?

I remember going days without food,and water

I remember going in and out of shelters, sleeping here and there

I remember having to ask and barrow money from people just to eat

I remember getting put out of a place I called home

I remember crying and praying for better days to come

I remember wearing the same clothes and shoes

I remember that deep fear that I had when I knew we were going to be homeless

I remember family/blood turning their backs on me

I remember dropping out of school because I didn't have the energy, support & motivation to learn....

I know the struggle
please believe me
because today I am still in the same struggle I remember.

She paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist her paint brush is her razor and her canvas is her wrist.
She Paints a pretty picture
In a color thats blood red
While using her sharp paint brush, she finally ends up dead.
Her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm,
The bloods not racing through her she can no longer do harm.
She Painted a Pretty Picture
but her picture had a twist you see her mind was her razor and her heart was her wrist.

sometimes giving up
feels like my only option...

I run to drugs
its the only thing that can hide the pain inside me....

In the bathroom OD
there is nobody around me...

Hating myself because everybody seems perfect around me, lots of money, nice bodys & flawless smiling...

I'd be lying if I said I was happy.......to be continued

He Said he would take care of me
I simply believed him

he said he would buy me what ever i
wanted
so I did what I had to do to get it

He told me to trust him and that he would never hurt me
so I stupidly believed him

He told me he was the only 1 who loved me and that nobody loved me like he did
so I trusted his word

Not knowing he would Break me
and hurt me and do what he did,  he left me out in the cold and told me I wasn't **** but a good hit!!!!