I know I've been here before
But last time, there was more
More people, more places,
I wasn't alone to face it
I can't hide at school
It's not like I have a tool
Don't have real friends
Can't wait out the storms end
I'm trapped in a prison
I swore I'd never go back in
I'm trying so hard to get out
But no one wants me about
Unless they want to fuck me
I guess thats who I have to be
I'm not looking for a relationship
Or anything outside of friendship
Because I'm not lovable for long
I've heard it all along
I wanted to believe it was bullshit
But I see the proof of it
I'm used to the liking of the man
Afterwards feeling like a trashcan
A cock sleeve on a shelf
Unless they want me, I'm by myself
I'm desperate to be good enough
To be more than just a cream puff
Just a cumdump to creampie
Then tell me to keep quiet and lie
I'm good at that though
It makes me a good hoe
I've had to be quiet and lie
It was my way to survive
Mom and dad trained me well
And I'm back in their cell
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Poems
PoetryI had this on my old profile, and it's been a while since I've shared my poems, so here's the new ones. Writing is my outlet. It's one of my only good coping machisms. The stories I write are escapism, but the poems I write are more about the feelin...
