I never experienced love,
I never found my dove,
I never knew the true meaning of caring,
I never saw them sacrificing,
All I felt for them was malignity.
They have me adopted at the very young age of 8,
Oh! How cruel was my fate.
I thought he’d be a good one
But he is worse than the real one.
I wish I could go, but what would I do?
After couples of year in his house, it felt like hell,
For he was brute and evil.
He never set me free ,
Or just even see those trees.
I never had friends, someone to rely on.
He caged me on that house,
As if I was his little spouse.
He kissed me on my lips,
And I slapped him in his face.
I don’t know what I have done, so he also threw one.
Night after that morning,
He felt the wanting.
Naked, he laid on his bed,
And by him I was stripped.
I said no, but he continued and go.
After what happened that evening,
I sat on the corner crying.
I was praying and hoping
But I realized nothing would happen,
So I got the knife and started dying.
I never found my dove,
I never knew the true meaning of caring,
I never saw them sacrificing,
All I felt for them was malignity.
They have me adopted at the very young age of 8,
Oh! How cruel was my fate.
I thought he’d be a good one
But he is worse than the real one.
I wish I could go, but what would I do?
After couples of year in his house, it felt like hell,
For he was brute and evil.
He never set me free ,
Or just even see those trees.
I never had friends, someone to rely on.
He caged me on that house,
As if I was his little spouse.
He kissed me on my lips,
And I slapped him in his face.
I don’t know what I have done, so he also threw one.
Night after that morning,
He felt the wanting.
Naked, he laid on his bed,
And by him I was stripped.
I said no, but he continued and go.
After what happened that evening,
I sat on the corner crying.
I was praying and hoping
But I realized nothing would happen,
So I got the knife and started dying.
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