Some days I am small
I recoil into myself
Curling my knees into my chest
As if I am back in my placenta
Other days I am getting double teamed
In the room of a cheap ****** motel
while a guy tells me I look hot while I cry
I am two sides of one coin
I love ***
Then I hate ***
But I tolerate the act so I can feel something
Sometimes I feel
My rapists hands slither through and tear apart my progress just like he tore a part my virginity that cool January day.
Other times I feel ****** urges ravage through me
A demon of sweat and moans
That won't be satisfied until I am
sweating and moaning
I am not useful unless I am being used
I am tired of not feeling useful when I am not being used
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Some days I am small
I recoil into myself
Curling my knees into my chest
As if I am back in my placenta
Other days I am getting double teamed
In the room of a cheap ****** motel
while a guy tells me I look hot while I cry
I am two sides of one coin
I love ***
Then I hate ***
But I tolerate the act so I can feel something
Sometimes I feel
My rapists hands slither through and tear apart my progress just like he tore a part my virginity that cool January day.
Other times I feel ****** urges ravage through me
A demon of sweat and moans
That won't be satisfied until I am
sweating and moaning
I am not useful unless I am being used
I am tired of not feeling useful when I am not being used
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