a bastard girl

its strange not knowing whos
blood runs thru my own veins.
whos blood ive shed in the
sink many times before. not
kowing who causes this
unexplainable pain. and yet i
hate him with everything
inside of me. this unknown
man whos sick mind created
me. im just a child wihtout a
father. missing half of my
identity with empty gaps
inside that cant be filled. i
was born with a broken heart
that will never heal.

by unpredictable
posted on 06/22/2007