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Please God let me out of my body

living as myself hurts so much.

God why did those things happen to me?

Please god.

Why.

Did I deserve it?

Did I deserve it when she started to ***** me in front of everybody?

Did I deserve it when she convinced me to just

Let her do it.

God why?

Why?

Nobody even believes men about that kind of stuff anyway.

Why God?  You cursed me into dealing with all this anguish.

It hurts.

It hurts so bad.

I don’t want to have to deal with it anymore.

But **** it do I live out of SPITE.

She and He will not be the reason I die. I will live. No matter how many people scar me.
Hope! Recovery!
Written by
Nick
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