Ouch

Ouch.
God when will this be over?
Ouch.
Is this your first time?

Ouch.
God when will this be over?
Ouch.
Is this your first time?
Ouch.
Yea.
Ouch.
He thrusts, she winces.
Ouch.
How did she get into this?
Ouch.
What would mom and dad say?
Ouch.
Now she can’t ignore the pain.
Ouch.
Just as it can’t get any worse.
Ouch.
He shudders and moans.
Ouch.
He plants disease in her.
Ouch.
He climbs off her sticky body and the soiled couch.
Ouch.
“So you came here looking for a job, eh?”

……Ouch.

By *chemical*whore*

Yeah...I'm Erin.I like girls- a lot! The town I live in is populated with Wiggers, Good Charlottle fans and those who don't know what it's like to have no money. I hate them all except for the few friends I have that seem to be like me. I'd die without my guitar amongst other thing.s