Dying Fetus

Christ
The suffering and misery that I endure
To harbor thoughts so bizarre
Beyond impure
Mother, I'm here
To do all the things
That you long for me to do
I love when we're in our reside
Alone late at night
And you embrace me
Now you found another
To do all the things
That we used to do at night
In our room
Now I experience sexual neglect
At ten years old