Her Story by Esko1 published on 2012-08-22T02:04:47Z Eskoe Verse 1: Her story begins at the age of 10 the horrors of sin infiltrate her home. She's searching for the Faith but the Faith in gone. Like the wind her mother left; Father dead; living with an uncle who fucked up in the head. The liquor in his breath she smells when he lays in the bed even at her age she rather be dead. Though her scars run deep at Sunrise they cant be seen. Her sorrows in the darkness they dwell...Like a fiend. By 13 she's drinking smoking weed staring at the stars hoping one day she'll be free. Looking for Love in all the wrong places, fucking raw hoping to restart her life again fucking older men. The lies they speak...The poison she consumes. A wife to be in her mind she thinks shes confused. Realized this whole time by men she's been abused. Now 3 months deep a condom she thinks she should've used. Eskoe Verse 2: With life growing in her womb her open wounds become clear when shes alone in her room. The reflection in the mirror displays everything she ever feared. Everything she wish she wasn't is finally fucking here. No daddy around. A thought with out a sound a mistake with out an eraser asking God why he made her. Why she laid on her back she listened to Anita Baker While the stench of alcohol she smelled as he raped her. Wondering why God hasn't save her. She's never been the type to ask for too many favors...Fuck it. Pistol in her hand that she got from her mans. She waited in the corner with the .45 on him. Shells hit the floor like leaves in Autumn. Cant hear herself but she could hear him calling. But she already knew God dont hear the fucking fallin'. Two to the head...Death is fucking stalling... Eskoe Outro: Now she sits in a room in a world where she is confused. In 5 months she'll give birth to the product of abuse. The father would be dead just like hers. She hasn't spoken to her mom for almost half a decade. Maybe having this child is a mistake. Her whole life no one listened and she'll be damned if she brings another life to the life shes living. And about this life shes living. Society has driven her to a corner with no place to call home. There's a few bullets left with no one left. Who would care if she was dead?...Who the fuck would care if she was dead?!... ...Her story.