The organs that make me a woman
Are more important to you
Than the feelings that make me a human.
I mean that little to you.
It didn't surprise me,
Honestly,
Because I've seen worse.
But surprisingly, it didn't make me cry.
It didn't leave me weak on my knees
Like you would've expected.
Instead, it left me stronger than before.
More sure about what I have to do.
And surprisingly,
It left me at peace
Because I don't have to deal with it.
Ever again.

'Place me to your skin,' Robert says
As I continue to contemplate.
'I'll give you the satisfaction
And the pleasure,
That he failed to give.'
My dear conscience begs me not to
While I asked her when I needed her, what did she do?
My heart silently weeps,
Tells me I will regret it.
Oh *******, what of it?
It's a little sting,
For an eternity of peace.
The devil of a mind that I have congratulates me.
Says that people like me deserve it,
People who are not good enough.
I am a disgrace honestly, it continues
Because if I can't be good enough for the people I love who choose to leave,
I'm not good enough for anybody at all,
Not even for my own ******* self.
I can't even prove to myself,
That further gives proof that I'm not good enough.
Gives validation
That I'm a waste of space, a failure
And an annoying piece of trash.
But I have to hide it though,
To keep what's remaining
So they don't slip away, you know.
I don't have the courage to end it all, sadly,
Til then, Robert will be my hidden company.