i didn't write this, i don't know who did, my daughter sent it to me and said look mom, someone wrote my life and it broke my heart. i thought i would share it with you all.

Dragged down by your false image of hope; Eyes wide with fright,
I stare upon the havoc you left behind.
Feathers drift down slowly; my wings torn and dirty; I'm an angel torn by desire,
(not questioning why this happened to me,) I must have deserved it.
Or maybe wanted it...
Hopelessly flapping my wings, trying to fly away (escape the horror)
I realize I want the pain, need the abuse...
Is it wrong to want what you put me through?
My tattered wings flap aimlessly around my battered body; more pain, sweet pain.
I try to fly, (impossible) too much have I enjoyed the abuse.
Too much did I enjoy the raping of my mind you put me through.
Tears run dry, I know for sure that I wanted to suffer...
Suffering is bliss in my mind...Your petty desires have been fulfilled...
I fall, (broken,) to the floor... I'm the world's toy, f***ed again and again...
No More.
New wings of black leather you have given me...It shall be your downfall...
Who shall be the world's masochistic angel now?