Used And Abused Poem by Kirstie Duekett

Loved you so much I wasn't prepared,
for the future that layed ahead.

Sculling drinks back while bottles piled,
you only had had that one thing on you mind and you waited,
till I was drunk enough that I wouldn't just turn and go wild.

You spiked my drinks,
watched me so closely you could have even counted my blinks.

When I woke up from what seemed a nasty dream,
found out it was all but a dream shutting down I began to scream.

Crying so hard other things came to mind,
still mising the broken and torn sould inside.

No one is here when tears begin to fall,
no more will you be the one I call.

You think you have won,
but really I feel ashamed for the ones that don't know and still call you their son.