MercynRe isn't everyone, though, in this politically correct age? 020227
jessemo i used to think i was abused..
that my father beat me for no reason...
then i saw some kids that reminded me of me...
and i thought if those brats were mine id beat them for being so mean.
maybe i wasnt so innocent although society would say i was..
i was a little rascal brat who deserved most of the blows, called love...
jessemo777 i once new a girl who was assaulted... by her father in such ways i wont speak..
now at age 20 or so, she has a little boys, he's sweet.
for his father though, we dare not ask for fear of what she'd reply back, so we never speak of it.
obsessive release I was never touched
My drugdealing brother got fucked-up
My drugdoing brother got a broken nose When caught

My sister recieved from many
over the years
Heaped upon that her tears were hid
Never understood by our parents
In March she was buried
She must of been relieved

I was the 'good' son
No attention due
"Just add water and food."
I learned to just make it through
I was the first to graduate high school

Now I'm hanging off the edge
By a single thread
Not a single soul can help
I'm seeking relief
But I'm the family's hope
I'm searching books
Searching for clues
Reading about suicide
Written by a Doctor
Who offers no hope
Ya doctors are stupid fucks

No offense to the abused
But I wonder if I was abused
By having no attention due
anonymous -_-

I don't get it. I know in my heart if Jesus existed he would give me a clue. I am not talking about some old book with scary stories - I mean he would really get down with me and chill!

But the funny thing is...
I was walking home a few days ago passed the ghetto and three guys pulled me into an ally so deep and narrow it was like a tunnel. When I saw the first guy start to unzip his pants I just drop to my knees and started praying. Oh GOD! Oh GOD! oh GOD!

He just looked down at me and pulled out his nasty weenie and said - yah grl that's jus wherr I wans ya ta b. Then he tore at my t-shirt until my breasts where exposed. Then pinched my nipple soooo hard with a twist I almost fainted.

I could smell his stinky crotch as he pulled me near. I wanted to scream -- but all I do was whisper. No lord, please no.

Then I heard a whoop whoop cop car thingie sound and saw a bright light shine at the end of the tunnel. Next thing I knew they all ran like roaches when you turn on the light.

OK so -- it was no burning bush but it sure saved mine! Perhaps I'll have to reconsider this thing called faith!

phil always reasons you deserve it even if they don't know them.
never a reason you deserves it when they know why you do.
kill your best friend.
you have abused your right to blathe 041129
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magicforest are you responsible for this? 041129
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Nikki aren't we all?? 090401
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