Nothing scares a girl
Like being surrounded by men,
On the subway, in the outdoors,
And in her own damned house
Nothing scares me
Like being alone, with a man.
No witnesses, no proofs.
But for whom.
A life of fear and terror
A life of being what they wanted
A life of taping my mouth shut
A life without its beginning
A person without a soul
A child without their toy
A teen without their phone
An adult without their job
I cannot talk, so I write,
And one day, one day,
I'll write with the blood
Of those who even in the slightest
Hurted me, or my loves.
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Hatred
SpiritualA series of things I write when I'm upset, mostly angry, and I thought that maybe some of you could be interested. TW: - Suicide - Blood - Violence - Sexual assault - ...
