Use me
I let them use me
Hurt me
Bruise me
Leave me with the damages below my legs
Scars and bruises left on my face
Like a fingerprint left on a crime scenes place
Frisk me
Risk me
Out of my faith
Close the Heaven gates
Lead to me to the fiery pits of the devil's place
Why me?
Why do they do this to me?
We lay in a trading places
Ignore me like I'm in outer space
Farther away from the universe space
Erase me
Distance me away this mess
I wish they could leave me
Leave me be
I need my peace
I am so sick of them using me
Will they need me?
Need me to be their friend
That's it
It's the end
I have no friends
I had them but
All they do is use me
About the Creator
Gladys W. Muturi
Hello, My name is Gladys W. Muturi. I am an Actress, Writer, Filmmaker, Producer, and Mother of 1.
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