It would be nice if you wouldnt hold me up against the wall and move your hand inside of me and leave me lifeless fainted on to the wooden floor Sometimes I want to take the biggest knife and leave my arm just bone cut away all the bad cut away the corruptible cut away my sexual organs and hack away at the reproductive Because it wouldnt matter if i chopped your dick off and chopped of your hands theres always a way isnt there to abuse me theres always a way to worm into my mind and make me love you and make me feel like a child like its normal to do this and when i do believe it is wrong and i try to escape from you theres always a way for you to hold me down for you to gag and bind me and hurt me but im over the physical pain now its the emotional torture that digs deep inside of me and infects me with a disease that makes me itch and it makes me scream --please stop this madness-- +just give me some fucking drugs+ [As soon as they shut that door to leave I knew it was coming. So I tried to get out of there. But you held my arm and just told me to be quiet and to calm down. I was frantic. My lungs were working on overtime and I knew what was happening when you pushed me to the floor. I banged my head and it hurts. It was over in 5 minuites. Just a quick fuck with your daughter. Thats all. To me it felt like a lifetime. Like i can still feel you inside of me. I can still hear my screams echoing from the walls. I can still remember turning my head and seeing myself in the pane glass door. I was helpless. I was dead. I am dead. You killed me.]