Past Poem by America BILLS

My past wasn't that GREAT!
Abused, and broken
No one cared enough,
Beaten, and unloved.
I was a loner,
Uncared for, and lost.
Did it really matter?
Molested and scars.
Wasn't really love,
Wrist cutting and crying.
Where was the love?
Blood and tears.
No one to take them away,
Pain but not hurt.
Was i going to die?
Hurting and no love.
What happen to me?
Loved for sex and not real love.
Do i look that easy?

man I wish I could change that! !