'Like a vulture in the sky, you hovered then closed in. You stunned me with the impact; then committed your sin.'
by Laura Strom
you cut up my life, and left no shred of grace.
sometimes I hate you-hope to never see your face.
sometimes I hate God for putting me there.
Bt I know It's my fault-so I won't even dare.
Won't blame another for mistakes I made.
For screwin up my life, creating my fate.
It makes me sad to see girls like me.
I know how they feel, just yearning to be free.
And they'll always be like prisoners
as long as they're alive.
ntil they let it out,
give up their pride
and just cry.