Yesimalesbian Stories

My goal, my mission, that I work towards, Is to be a warrior, With my words. Tap-tap-tap, type the pain, Backspace, backspace, can't blot out the stains. of my mistakes, I train-train-train, my heart. Giving never taking, Always alone-alone-alone. But no, I continue. I struggle. on my own I can't see an end. To my days, death. My friend, I know you well. You're here, You've finally come. For my soul. This is where I dump my heart on the internet, for all to see, I couldn't care less what people think, I'll do what I please.