a man
torturer
his hand
her face
i have lived 5 years of this
the mean names
the make-up
the baggy clothes
i try to be pretty
i try to hide
he always finds me
im janice avery and i am abused
the feel of his dirty hand across my face
reaching pain
i used to look differnt
blonde hair that shone in the sunlight
blue eyes as bright as the ocean
now
blonde hair that is mattered and tangled
my eyes turned from blue to gray the color of death
i should be dead
i would rather be dead
i have no friend
except for jesse and lesslie
nobody to love
ever
nobody will love me
pain
pain
pain
is all i feel
i bully
people should feel the pain i have been through
im janice avery and im dead inside