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Damaged goods A broken vase Lays shattered up on the floor A 101 pieces It will be whole no more It can be glued back together But it wont be the same After being broken in to pieces Attempts to fix it are lame Try as you may To put it back together But the vase will be damaged Changed and distorted forever The person that smashed it Felt better for a short time No thought for the vase given To him it was all fine For a vase has no feeling So can be seen as damaged goods Sh
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  Damaged goods A broken vase Lays shattered up on the floor A 101 pieces It will be whole no more It can be glued back together But it wont be the same After being broken in to pieces Attempts to fix it are lame Try as you may To put it back together But the vase will be damaged Changed and distorted forever The person that smashed it Felt better for a short time  No thought for the vase given To him it was all fine For a vase has no feeling So can be seen as damaged goods Should a person be compared? Can a person be damaged goods? A vase has no feelings In comparison to me I cannot be fixed Is clearly what you see In a way I am not broken  No broken piece got lost All my broken pieces Have remained at all costs Each time we got broken Another piece would hide And then when they'd finished We could hide back inside So my abuse left me shattered 101 pieces on the floor We put ourselves back together Meaning we are not broken no more A flawed human being But no longer 101 pieces on the floor So many broken pieces Make us stronger at the core It was damaged goods that broke us As at one time we was one Our mind shattered in to pieces For other peoples fun  My damaged deranged parents Tried to break me in every way They did nothing but fail As I am still here today  No one has lived my life So cannot compare me to a vase A vase has cracks and chips I have real scars The scars have made me strong Even if others are to blind to see We are not damaged goods Because of what was did to me The only damaged people Are the ones who shattered my mind But in the process made me stronger We are now unbreakable you will find And so call me damaged goods But really you have no right When it comes to you and me I will always win the fight I am stronger than most I know Even though you think I am broke It is you who has the problem Because of the cruel words that you spoke So view me as damaged goods But I am better than you All my broken pieces Are bigger people than you For I see me as a person With feelings that are true  Not a broken vase That is held together with glue Even though there are several pieces I know that I am strong Together we are whole But I knew that all along  No I am not damaged And no longer broken on the floor I am who I am But a victim no more    The mother that never was She carried me in her womb And then she gave birth She was the mother who never was My birth was to be an eternal curse She mothered me as a baby And at least kept me alive She was the mother who never was I am lucky to have survived She went on to feed and clothe me And meet my most basic needs She was the mother who never was I had to follow her every lead She never ever loved me Only when she would abuse She was the mother that never was Who simply saw me as a doll to use She would hug me in public Her affection was fake She was the mother who never was I had to give for her to take I saw her as superior I tried my best to behave She was the mother who never was She used her daughter as a sex slave I thought that she was normal And my rape was ok She was the mother who never was A child's naïveté is easy to betray She made me think she was helping She pinned me to the bed She was the mother who never was Ensuring I did whatever others said I tried my best to please her But my best wasn't ever enough She was the mother who never was Who treated me so brutally rough Only ever loving in public Playing happy families She was the mother who never was  No one cared to hear my pleas Dressing me as slut They paid the asking fee She was the mother who never was  Who got her sex for free Taking me for granted My body was never my own She was the mother who never was I was simply properly paid for so violence condoned So in the dark of the night I was never ever saved And the mother who never was Will lead me to an early grave  No funeral wanted And no prayers said The mother who never was Can be pleased her daughters dead A sense of relief As she got away with her crimes The mother who never was Won't ever even pay a fine She did what she wanted to With no thought for me The mother who never was Should be thankful her daughters free Instead she won't care I'm her daughter no more The mother that never was Is simply a selfish whore Tortured from cradle to grave By a mother incapable of love The mother who never was Can't harm me if there is a heaven above The ultimate betrayal A father’s  ultimate betrayal Is to love his daughter too much Taking her body for granted With every forbidden touch. He tells her he loves her With each forceful thrust Burning his way through her soul Fulfilling his evil lust. Ignoring her pleas and cries Until she simply cries no more His satisfaction leaves her alone Laying naked on the floor. Time stands still Her body pulsates with pain
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