Hey all, this is just a poem i wrote about what my brother did to me from the ages of 6-10 yrs old, hes the major contributing factor towards my depression, well at least i think so...
Hes always waiting
Getting ready anticipating
Under gods eyes
Choosing picking his next prize
Shes so innocent so sweet
But he just cant wait
He fired up, sweaty in heat
Theres no wasting time
Hes got that look in his eye
Like a tiger hes ready hes prime
Luke keeps abusing
One of gods children
Cant win for loosing
Her soul is dead
And shes feeling like her worth is between her legs
