Chills,… like quivers,...run down my spine;
as he touches every line, mark and bruise he left behind;
I hate him so much but why can’t I leave;
He’s my only source of income and he knows my needs;
I love the way he feels inside of me;
When he arches my back with every stroke while he’s riding me;
The way he goes down town and licks every crease;
I never felt anything so amazing; this man is a beast;
Literally,… im under his spell;
Im so afraid,… but who can I tell;
I know eventually I’ll die from his hit;
But even if I run,… where do I began;
I have nothing,… No one I can trust;
I aint even got a dollar in my pocket for the bus;
Im only sixteen; wishing this was all a dream;
That I could wake up one day and my body would be clean;
I have a scar on my neck from where he cut me three days ago;
He thought I was cheating; imagine me a hoe;
Damn this is shady; I need help; please save me;
Maybe if I pull this trigga;… my life wont seem so hazy!