The force of your personality crushes and confuses me.
Kinda Like the flowers the cops crushed earlier.Why stomp the flowers,
why would they do that?But then again why would you call me trailer trash,
Then come bring me flowers.T-R-A-S-H -Is that what Iam ?
I Like to belive I escaped the taint of my past.I guess I never really can.
Honestly I thought you would be the last person to  pull me back to it.
Dirty ,whore, slut , trash,three years of dating you and only honey has passed
you lips.Now toxic waste has coated my soul. So...You built me up only to make
me fall,what a painful way to fall, under the weight of my love and the shame that
you would be the one to hurt me. Who needs childhood nightmares, you needs to
think of the dirt and stares .The shouts of anger.The bruises of parental "guidance"
the rape of my innocence.


None compares to what happens when the one you love, voices the past.
You made it real.The pain. It was but ugly words when said by others,but when voiced by you ,they are true.

T-R-A-S-H