You call me a slut, awhore, a bitch to my face and behind my back you dont care if I hear it or not. Why do you try to crush my spirit? I'm sorry if I did something to offend you but I'm also sorry for my reputation being judged by one mistake, by following my heart was that so wrong? I'm sorry I didn't live up to your standards and expectations. If a girl goes out with a lot of boys she is called a slut if someone is gay they are made fun of. Some feel death is the only way out. I'm sorry you hate me people try to understand but they dont. Teachers and parents, friends and family ask if its okay I nod and say I'm fine and make up an excuse and a smile to go with it. All I want is someone to hold me someone to save me from this black hole I am falling into. I need a friend a boyfriend someone who will hold me and say everything is all right. Because behind my smile is someone who is broken dying from the inside out losing a bit of their soul. Some cut some kill some smile but we are broken. Some have lost some have been hurt some have been lonely some just need a hug and some need to escape. But not all of us who are broken can escape.
O but aren't we all broken ones? Well some more than others.
