Press
It
Press
It
Press
It
Or the movie of a young girl
Being taken advantage of
Can't start and begin a cycle
Press
It
Before it's too late
It's like a R-Rated movie
Something you can't watch unless you're old enough
But I don't think that you guys will never be old enough
Because she played the field and was treated as the stupid girl
Before experiencing trauma past limits of Kanye West
Being treated as a punching bag and a porno play doll
She never fit in with the other kids
And so the bullying kept holding her
She never made any real friends
And never wanted to make any
As long as she had her stuffed animals
She was content with her sheltered life
But it's like a R-Rated movie
But you'll never be old enough to view
Press
It
Press
It
Press
It
You better press play
Unless you're not ready
To see the messy side of someone
She was so mistreated
She was overlooked
She was abused
She was raped
She went into a spiral
She was neglected
Unloved and unsolved
She was so mistreated
So misunderstood
Taken advantage of
And no one loved her
She was suicidal
She was depressed
She tried drowning
She tried hanging
She tried electrocuting
She tried overdosing
She tried cutting
She tried getting run over
She tried suffocating
She tried it all before
Begging God just to let her die
She was tired of her uncle
And the damn foster care
Why can't she just get a break
From the beat up
Run down
Fucked up ugly town
She's so misunderstood
So press play
Before it's too late
Press play
Before it's too late
She tried drowning
She tried hanging
She tried electrocuting
She tried overdosing
She tried cutting
She tried running away
And starve herself until the light saw her
She didn't drown
She didn't hang
She didn't electrocute
She didn't overdose
She didn't cut too deep
She didn't think about it
Again
She pressed play
Realized her whole life
Has been the purpose
She pressed play
She cried
But she's still
Alive
YOU ARE READING
purpose
PoesíaI started writing this collection about a year ago. In different periods of times I kept writing poem after poem. I was burnt out from the constant writing and the constant pain. I cried almost everyday, I hated who I was, but now I don't. This is a...
