The kids on the bus are talking about rape like it's a fucking joke
They are laughing
I can't do it anymore
I can't live in this body
My skin is too tight
There is another girl on the bus
Flinching as much as me
If she clinches her fist any tighter
She'll draw blood
it's like people don't have ears
Or a brain
Or maybe they have both
Maybe they just don't have a heart
~stay creepy
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Poetrystrange thoughts is my struggle, my strife, the bad, but also a reminder that there is good, that things truly get better.
