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Chloe burger Aug 2017
****!
*****!
You name it and I've been called it before

But no one sees how it hurts me
How it kills me
How it cuts so deep
So bad I've been considering taking E
To numb the words you called me
When you were so busy judging me


You make jokes
You think it's funny
Until I cut my wrist so deep and too ******

Now you're standing at my grave
Wondering why  
But you didn't see how those words you called me
Made me end my life
Sorry if this is bad. This is how I feel, thus I'm posting it. I am however new to this so my apologies for it not going too in-depth.
Chloe burger Aug 2017
A ****.
That's what they call me

This guilty
Disgusting word
That tries defines me

A ****.
That's what he called me
When he took my clothes off
And stripped me clean
He polished me with his lips
Not even thinking about me

A ****.
That's what he called me
When he was done ******* me
Telling all his friends what he had achieved

A ****.
That's what they call me
When I walk passed them
Whispering under their breaths
"Close your legs"

You're a **** now.
You opened your heart
You opened your legs
But then you close your legs
And he broke your heart
And now you're defined by this
Disgusting
Guilty word
****
Amen.

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