Now I know

No one is hurt, no one died. Only a work of expression.

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The internet is a great thing, a new message for me came with a ring.
Rugbey he played, dominate he was, seemed like the perfect guy for me.
In the begining he was.

I can't call it a relationship-we never got that far.
You never saw me, but I can see who you are.

You knew of the abuse, the pain and the hurt.
Said you understood, would take it real slow.
Damn-I feel dumb, now that I know.

First there was the moron, who shouldn't even count.
Second the rapist, the abuser who took my most precious thing.
Then the clown-as funny ooking as they could be.
The soldier was next-we'd been friends for years.
The almost came you, and I laugh through the tears.

The moron ment nothing but the rapist took my self-esteem.
I could barley function, but the clown made me happy.
When I honked the clown good bye the soldier truely saw me for the first time.
But he took my heart and tore it to shreads,
I was little more then a fuck or a notch on his bed.

Then came you, you made me smile mad me laugh,
You helped me realize their was more to life then being a shell.
But you never called me, did your crazy ex get to you?
Whatever, I don't care. You were just the flames on the way to hell.

But then I called my sister, my mom and my friend.
They said he gets one more chance, then he's got the end.

I say no.
You took what was left of me built it up and tore it down.
So here's where it really ends.
With the love and help of my family and friends.

So go on and call and try one last time.
Because that will be YOUR last ryhme.

But I have to go to now, sister is on here way.
We're going for a hike to the hill where we used to play.
We'll be cold but I've got a lighter.
Some sticks we'll burn to be warm.
Now I know that I'm truely a fighter.