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five » hi, i'm a slut

five » hi, i'm a slut

[[ as you read, make more emphasis with the words in italics! that's how i would read it, making more emphasis on them. for me, there are parts where i use a different tone or way of reading. i did recorded this, and it's much better but i won't upload it. maybe one day. i'm sorry if you have trouble reading this or if it's confusing, my writing skills aren't that amazing xx ]]

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- inspired by savannah brown (video up there) -

hi, i'm a slut.
and that doesn't mean i've never been victimized
by this strange and clueless thing we call life.

hi, i'm a slut.
the one most of the people talk about in a negative way.
people like to gossip about all the stuff i've done.
but haven't you, my love?
think, think about you've done too.

don't you tell me you've never enjoyed the things i have.
you claim that i do, that i'm the one who always asks for it
and i do not have feelings at all.
but don't know that i human? i'm like all, we all fall.
how do you think i feel?
being on the floor and being kicked down again and again.
being kicked down and not having anyone to help you to stand up.
it's not easy.
but when it comes to sex,
they are always there.

the burgundy sheets does not match my skin but my blood.
lately, i've been feeling very cold.
do you really think you know my soul?
darling, i must tell you: you don't know nothing at all.

i love poetry and the sounds of birds in a sunny and peaceful day;
but no one knows that of course, no one cares about it.
of course the only thing you would like to know
is how many people i've fucked.
and how many times someone has been inside me.
a beautiful and fragile body.

will you start to care when people talk shit about you
after you had fucked me?
your only excuse will be that i got you into this mess,
but you won't say no if we had the opportunity to do it again.
because you don't know anyone who would like to have sex with you.
and you know that at the end i will be the only one standing there.
you will have no one and
i will be the only one who can make you feel something again.
that can make a bubble out of this cruel society and
get you out even for a moment in that screwed life of yours.

you think your life is a fucking mess
but you don't know anything about mine,
yet you claim to know everything about me.
you don't know what's like to feel useless and being played with
like i was some doll. not even a doll, that's too much for me.
i'm like a towel and everyone just uses me...
i don't even have the time to get dry;
not even for a moment to stop everything and think.
what's up with all those people that are getting what they want
while i'm here feeling meaningless and not having a purpose on life?
just having to sire your necessities and getting all the shit i get everyday.

now everyone loves games
and its your move to start making rumors and having
more of this nonsense that i can't scape.
wasn't enough for you to fuck me and hearing me screaming
all that night just to please you?
i get that you have feelings but so do i,
and i know that i can't stand up without being kicked again against the floor.

aren't you all bored of being such a dicks and always getting it?

hi, i'm a slut.
and people think i do not have feelings and i can do whatever they want me to
but i guess they are right, i'm dumb enough and not strong to say no.
just because i'm the one that does not want to hurt them;
and i don't want to be hurt, but i always am.