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Lies
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By:
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svisz02
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Mood:
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Other
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Date:
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Nov 20, 2008
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Music:
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None
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I'm
a
liar.
I
live
behind
a
facade.
Everyone
knows
a
little
about
me.
Nobody
knows
everything
about
me.
It's
gotten
so
deep
that
even
I
no
longer
know
me...
If
I
were
to
tell
the
truth,
I
might
say
I
was
molested,
by
an
18
year
old
boy
named
jimmy
who
lived
behind
my
house.
That
is
as
long
far
back
as
I
can
remember
it
anyway.
It
was
before
I
had
pubic
hair,
or
breasts...
and
I
was
an
early
bloomer,
so
I
must
have
been
at
least
younger
than
9.
I
know
that
my
older
brother
(two
years
my
senior)
knew
about
it...
and
that
my
mom
eventually
suspected.
One
time
she
caught
me
and
jimmy
sitting
on
the
grass
in
the
street
behind
my
house
which
was
a
dead
end.
He
would
have
me
on
his
lap
and
put
his
hands
down
my
pants
while
my
older
brother
played
on
the
street
behind
my
house.
Because
I
was
so
young,
and
I'm
not
sure
when
it
started,
I'm
fuzzy
about
the
details.
I
do
distinctly
remember
the
time
when
we
were
sitting
there,
in
the
grass...
and
my
mother
yelled
out
the
back
door
for
me.
At
that
moment
I
jumped
out
of
his
lap,
and
from
then
on
tried
to
hide
what
happened.
After
Jimmy,
my
brother
molested
me.
This
turned
into
a
mutual
molestation,
which
was
not
at
all
his
fault,
because
I
do
not
know
what
happened
to
him,
nor
was
he
old
enough
to
understand.
It
dissapated
in
the
following
years
This
however
seemed
to
be
a
trend
in
my
life.
I
did
not
lose
my
virginity
until
I
was
17,
however
the
inappropriate
sexual
behavior
between
me
and
many
males
in
the
neighborhood
continued.
My
brother,
openely,
(too
young
to
know
better),
called
me
a
whore
and
a
slut.
He
actually
put
together
a
phrase...
"dick
sucking,
mother
f@cking,
dick
licking,
cum
licking,
and
I
can't
at
the
moment
remember
what
else).
I
have
not
seen
my
father
since
I
was
about
ten,
and
very
infrequently
before
then,
but
for
some
reason
I
remember
my
mother
being
suspicious
of
him,
but
maybe
just
because
he
used
to
beat
the
living
f@ck
out
of
her.
alright,
I'm
too
tired...
BUT,
if
i
were
to
tell
the
truth,
I'm
too
tired
to
tell
anymore.
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