Bottled Up Inside

as the days go by the racing thoughts wont stop it comes to the point where i can feel my heart drop past memories tearing me apart who knows if i will ever have a fresh start something has died inside of me and its probably my heart i grow colder and colder thinking wen will this all stop flashbacks and im stuck in thought who would of even known i would fall apart i can hear the screams echoing in my mind pain in my stomache and the thoughts of him inside me arent so kind put the gun to my head and they have taken all i got why god why me whhy wont this stop i guess i made this life who knowws what will be next im sick of the ex n the perverted men offering money for sex how could i ever respect? wishful men walking in the door hoping for a score but when they cross my path i give them my all leaving myself feeling like a foolish whore in my mind i think ive won \ taking everything, even there funds i sold my soul to the devil and im trying to buy it back believe me when i say i been to hell and back...