The night he stole my life...

The truth I hold, took years to unfold, locked up and never told.
Now I speak, for I am done being weak.
A story I will tell, awakening the pits of hell.
Pinned against the wall, being six a little small.
Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest.
Touching, feeling, my eyes rolling to the ceiling.
I push away, forced down, I am here to stay and pray.
Day and night, always full of fright Kissing, sucking, nonstop fucking.
Crying, weeping, always happened when they're sleeping.
Was I that bad of a kid?
Why was I auctioned with this demon to bid?
Sold to the pervert in the chair, dragged off stage by the strings of my hair.
A puppet I am to him, dangling from limb to limb.
The Years pass on by, I have no tears left to cry.
I escaped this hate, no more videos left to tape.
Visits became less and less, I'm starting to grow up a mess.
Drinking here, smoking there, my life is hard to share.
Making friends with the junkies, parading around town like diseased monkeys. Everyday that goes by, I feel ashamed and left to die.
I Tried to share my story to those I trust, But all they wanted was my lust.
Met a boy, come to find out I was just his toy.
I wanted to help his soul, but instead I paid his toll.
Being punched in the face, always leaving with a trace.
Left in harms way, wasted with no place to stay.
Wondering the streets, giving myself to men with sheets.
Crying while we fuck, gasping for air the more they struck.
I always gave myself for free, It was you who ashamed me.
No respect for myself, no metal to place on a shelf.
Falling down to dirt, cloths stained, blood stained skirt.
The cold making me shiver, Drinking the flask and damaging my liver.
Why should I care about my life, here I go carving myself with a knife.
Blood dripping down my thigh, hatred fills me like a high.
All numb, can't feel a thing, the mourning doves ready to sing.
I am not dead, Just hanging by a thread.
The ambulance speeding so fast, all I can see is a movie of my past.
All stitched up ready to go, put your cloths on you stupid hoe.
Here I go this life I lead to know, take a seat and watch the show.
Dancing for there eyes to see, please God set me free.
A man took me home that night, my eyes sparkled full of fright.
He was addicted to drugs, veins shot up, full of bugs.
Leaving me in the ghettos, dreaming I was frolicking in meadows.
Touched and abused I was, just so he could get a meth buzz.
Smoke filled air, the smell is hard to bare.
Watching him fly like a kite, he cheers me while I get fucked in the night.
His eyes so black, pinning me like a thumbtack.
The years passed on by, still living my past as a lie.
I did survive this life, I have now retired my knife.
Scars still there, people look at them and stare.
I am sad at times, past full of all these crimes.
Smiling to all, putting my hands out, breaking my fall.
I would like to share my voice, It's up to me to make that choice