Leather Strap

Demons reign with ink upon my back,covering scars left from a one three quarter leather strap,don't talk back,bend over,smack,I remember each day not a day could pass without the one and three quarter leather strap,
it's hard to believe I've been dominated by females played as if a toy as a game as there twisted pleasure boy ,, bound hand over head to my younger brother he's six , they took turns riding our faces playing with our pieces, each squatting and pissing in our faces,this never ends, by neighbors playing with my parts ,step sister and cousins were dominating roles in destroying me,in all the same manor as above,with all this and more, Im damaged beyond repair,my abuse by others covered by my addiction of no sleep no nightmares,but back to sleep I go,by myself all alone,worthless unwanted I wish I was worth loving,then life would be worth living,I wish I knew myself before everyone took parts of me I never got to know,I'm broken cracked and undone,filled of emotions no one wants