This isn't really a poem
more like a little rant
because I mean why not?

Why not tell complete strangers..
how ****** up I am

I lay awake at night
I swear they're all going to find me
and torture me and use my body just once more

I lay awake and think about the way that I love
and the way he does
and sometimes I cry
because his love looks fake...
and mine is everything that is left of me