Better off dead (15 yrs)
Alone and afraid; misguided or mislead. Sometimes I feel like I'd be better off dead. Used and abused until I'm all worn out. This can not be what sex is all about.Use me up and throw me out. Yesterdays treasures become tomorrows trash. You make me feel like a hooker with out the cash. For you I cry but you just laugh.
Rumors spread like wild fire and my level of embarassment couldn't get much higher. The one time that I let you hold me in your embrace forced me to live my life in disgrace. Never again can I show my face in this place.
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