silence.

its become the loudest sound ever made

shes drunk off wishing high off dissapointment

ignoring the fact that shes just been split open

peices of her sanity fall to the floor

tree stump similarities

count the scars tell me if shes been hurt enough

constantly repeating im perfect

her blood drips in oceans sea legs still missing

im perfect

performing brain surgery on her heart in hopes that one day

the two will soon work in unison because

its no fun being 17 and hurtin im suppose to b perfect

daddy broke into her child hood and left an i.o.u

daddy this is an ode to u 

your the reason im broken

mommy your best friend broke me in

but we werent messing around he was jus playing in my future

he even gave me an a, no thats in no relation to my breast size

or the rate he gave my insides

but how great it felt to feel my breath highten as he inserted my mind

my own personal dr.phil

heres a penny for your thoughts

tell me how it feels

this mans been around since i was a kid

always in my room

tuck me into bed

mommys best friend planted kisses every where but my forehead 

always said i never new how to put my pajamas on the correct way

....ive never been the same since that night

but all wounds should heal eventualy right

unforntunatly they dont make super glue for hymens

memories dont fade in a timely fashion

he became my tuck ever lastin

said i made him feel 17 again

made me feel like i needed him

but jus like the story i dont get a happily ever after

label me titanic im marked for disaster