My Insane Thoughts
My insane thoughts
He took away something that I never had,
He will pay for all this depression
That ruined the best years of my life.
He held me hostage and forced this horrible pain,
This horrible horrible pain...
Mom said he did something called "molest",
It didn't ruin my life until I fully understood what happened,
He must pay.
He will be tied down and slowly cut open
With a rusty kitchen knife and he will watch all of it,
Like I had to do all those years ago.
He will pay.
Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011
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