F U C K Y O U;
For blocking me from the door; locking my mind making me want to hit the floor.
I want time,
No longer live in a god damn fucking fright.
You know for me how hard that is, right?
Even pen and paper can make fear.
Lately, I’ve made it rare that I shed any tears.
Because I have learned through the years- don’t waste them on monsters that call themselves “men”.
While you all burn in hell, I’ll rise to heaven.
So many years being tasted by empty faces, that make sure to burn out their finger traces.
But the great thing of amnesia is they all become unfamiliar places and faces.
I hope I’m your biggest headache,
I know out of all of you I was the only one who had to reset her world.
I’ve been over being beaten,
That’s why I once stopped eating.
Neglect is one hell of a ghost that can haunt a woman to insanity.
But I later found clarity, once I stopped being so angry.
After I let myself be forgiven.
I dream of you begging for my mercy.
But if you all haven’t figured out by now-
Fuck or traumatize a writer
And she will write you and her feelings out because her legal rights can’t reach the appropriate heights.
We were so depressive,
Just a cocaine cock that was an absolute mess.
But like all the rest,
I was the only one who was left to deal with the post-traumatic stress.
I should have taken all of your whips.
And made you all strip.
Maybe hoping it would kick you all into reality, making you realize it was insanity when you said,
“This is okay”.
I never said I wanted to play.
You all were just salty when you couldn’t get laid.
I weighed so little, almost to nothing.
But you want to know something,
Self-mother fucking starter.