Something changed and ill try and pin point it
I ahd dreams of a family that loved me for me
But hands around my throat snapped me back to my reality
There is no love in blood

My innocence broken from a man that is my blood
Laughter as i lay bleeding on the floor
There is no child like memories
Those innocent eyes of mine now blank an distorted

Glass being broken on my arms
Hateful words from a mother i dont kno
I stopped wishing for my happy ending
As a door slams in my face at age 13

I am homeless and being abused by many different men
So there is no child like humor or those pure eyes
I have to grow up no need for me to try

true story of me.......