This world disgusts me because when I see my best guy friend cry I get weirded out Not because guys crying is weird but because I've always been told they don't
this world disgusts me because when I mention to my brother that girls liking girls is okay he lists all the reasons Jesus says it isn't
This world disgusts me because I have to text one of my best friends and make sure she ate today because she wants to lose ten pounds and she'd give anything to do that
This world disgusts me because when I sit in my French class and the teacher makes eye contact with me and sees that I am crying he keeps teaching, parce que c'est la vie
This world disgusts me because when my chemistry teacher looked at me and my friend goofing around he assumes we don't feel the "academic stress" when I cry over my grades three times a week but he didn't ask me about that
This world disgusts me because my brother, the same one as before, refuses to call someone we know by their chosen name and pronouns because "it's a free country"
This world disgusts me because when I switch effortlessly between sobbing and looking fine my teacher calls me "The finest actress he's ever seen" but doesn't ask why I hide my emotions so easily
bathed myself in bleach and scrubbed my skin with rubbing alcohol when i light myself on fire i feel somewhat better and i have swept the kitchen floor a lot almost obsessively but when i walk around i still feel dirt on the bottom of my feet i am surprised i still have the ability to feel anything i tried drinking gasoline and licking flames
i am a freak a coward so things didn't work out still, i am used to disappointment and, i am used to hating myself
I'm a monster, I'm a Pig, I'm Dirt, I'm nothing. How can I make anyone happy
As she sings, Letting her heart about, It's a beauty to see her change into an outfit suitable for the occasion. Of course she was somewhere else but they can't tell. That's how we all are. It's one of my favorite things to see
Watching the two of you craft something new, I know there's a future out there for both of you. Funny how they pull it off though; Planning the idea but with few resources and actions. Unbelievable!
And to see you paint a colored sky is enough to blind her mind. Knowing it's just a hobby and I'm still waiting to see you get out and make a dime for these kids is a waste of my time. But it's my favorite thing to see
Especially when all four of you are just wolves deceiving the world. Just like me
I'd really love to run away and paint my sky. But I'd just make her cry.
He came in looking like prince charming Sold me dreams Made me feel young again
Oh mama He touched me
I could hear him breathe so heavily I could feel his weight suffocating me His filthy hands were on my body And When he was done, he chuckled Gave a satisfied look I turned away Face wet with tears A scream of cry came out Instantly, he gave me A daring look And told me to hush little one Fore he did me a favor
Oh mama He hurt me so bad
Disgusted with myself Walking around And every man looks like him Filled with anger Burning desire for revenge But instead I was told to Hush little one and to Never speak of it ever again.
I realized that so many women are victims of **** and speaking about it is hard. I've seen women around me feel embarrassed and the amount of scars they carry everyday because of what happened to them; I decided to put myself in their shoes to try to capture the emotion behind such a disgusting and absurd transgression and wrote this.