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Sep 2014
half dead, half alive. i don’t even know what’s left inside anymore..

sick of being told i look nice, everything comes with a price.

no trust, no one wants to get to know you deep inside.

temporary strangers and flakes that i will never look at.

no one wants to find the real me, only the smile that hides the hatred inside.

no love for those who run away, no love for people like me who hide.

happier alone, i don’t need this from anyone.

too many strangers makes me want to cut, makes me want to slit them up

and eventually i’ll end up in court.

no means no is apparently not an answer a girl with a pretty face can give.

but no is the ******* answer you’re going to learn to take.

smash your **** up and stuff it down your throat.

you’re going to learn what it means when a ***** says NO!!!
Margaret
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Margaret  Los Angeles, CA
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