Abuse pomes

You didn't care

You said that you would always be there

You said that you really did care

Instead all I got were your bullshit lies

You didn't once stop to listen to my cries

It started with a beer

Than two than three

I didn't notice the way that you started to leer

Never registered that it was anything more than family love

After three I couldn't talk

Hell I could barely walk

"I'll help you to bed"

That's what you said

What you didn't say was that it would be your own bed

I begged, cried, pleaded, swore not to tell

Your response was it will only hurt like hell

You were rough, kept a hand over my mouth

It was over soon, but a pice of me was dead

You made me into a walking corpse

No one bothered to even notice

No one would have guessed

Until I got the courage to tell

No one believed me

You made your story so damn good

Why would the uncle and step father who has been out of prison ten times be horny enough to rape his nice?

I ask myself the same damn thing

Mom was pissed

Sister called me a slut

The rest just ignored me

A week passed and I was kicked to the curb

Left to defend on my own

You didn't care if I was hurt or if I died

Out there in the streets, middle of winter

I made it though

Just barely, sometimes I slip up

Sometimes I cry and think why me?

It's a good question

Why me

What did I do to deserve the way you treated me

I didn't dress, act or say anything odd

No it was all in your head and it just goes back to show me

That you didn't care.