You rejected me when I offered you ***.
But here I walk into your ******* mess.
The ******* images were of little teens.
They legitally looked the age of thirteen.

I text you and confront you.
You replied and sounded so happy.
I just lost my mind.
I flipped.
I through all of your ****.

I punched things.
Kicked things.
Stabbed things.
I even cut and made my ownself bleed.

Finally I just screamed.
I fell down to my knees.
I kept asking god to just take me please.

Sexting Texting What a mess! Texting sexting Do you wanna have ***? Flirting How about that ***** Taking naked pictures galore? How can I compete With all that meat That’s got you hooked On a fishing reel Pulling you in So you can spill All over them All the time While you’re here On my dime Resurfacing What’s going on On your phone Am I the only one you’re surfing? I think not! I doubt it a lot! No wonder I didn’t get it. Rehearsing I need a shot! For what I got, Is not enough! Working On this thing, Give me a swing, Stuck in a child. Nursing Or did you not **** the breast Big and full On your mama’s chest? Churching What happened to that spot? Not enough. You got a lot. Cursing Sexting texting Guess I’ll join the game. Texting sexting Maybe this will bring me fame. Or will I proclaim Your name?

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Slow rains, but the days working,
No pain, and the god's burning,
You tell me my taxes don't matter, when the game's spooky?'
I said my brain hurts, but no movies,
So meet me at the drop back, last gulp,
A glass of your white juice, with no pulp
but when the robots start beeping, light switch, up, down, backward,
it doesn't even count when the wires in your head spark.

Maybe someday I’ll stop crying.
Maybe someday I’ll stop breathing.
Maybe someday I’ll stop feeling pain but until then this is where my life lies.
I am with a guy who tends to lie and hide.
Who thinks ******* is an okay type of thing.
When he happens to be with me.

I am not okay with this.
I have broke his phone. Slapped his back.
I yell and I scream. I break things and make my own self bleed.

You don't understand and you sure as hell can't see.
How much you are hurting me.
Its me against the world of beautiful women.

You are never going to stop.
I keep asking you please but you keep pushing me away like I am a ******* disease. We fight about this all the time.
I don't know why and us still exists.

I am tired of crying and wondering why.
Is it because I can't satisfy?
Is something wrong with me?
Am I just not enough?
Please just tell me. I wanna be done with this stuff.
It’s me against the world of beautiful women.

I hate feeling this pain. It never goes away.
Wondering ever move you do.
Not believing a word of truth.
You have lied to me one too many times.

You see me cry. You see me angry.
You have the guts to ask me why?
After you just watched over 60 videos
of ******* and told me another ******* lie.

**** I just want to die.
Then I won’t have to deal with these unforgivable lies.
I hate *******.
I hate how it is more important to you.
Then I will ever be and until that changes.
I am here to say good-bye.

It is me against the world of beautiful women
and in the end I am losing.

You keep your promises
I like that.

Maybe one day I'll stop breathing.
Maybe one day I'll stop feeling pain.
Maybe one day I'll find the answer to why but until then, here is where I lie.

I'm with a guy. He tends to hide and lie.
Who thinks it okay to kiss a *****, when he happens to be with me.
Oh by the way it is **** well cheating and this is the second time.
How many more times are you going to make my cry.

I know I'm not perfect.
I am quite far from that but why don't you notice the good and quit picking out my flaws.

I asked you why you are with me.
All you could say was I don't know.
Wow that just hurt me.

You don't see it.
You are blind.
You tell me everything is fine.
Why did you lie?

I can't take it anymore.
I don't deserve this.
I wanted to be treated with respect but no you'd rather check out other chicks.

You say I should be happy that you are looking and not touching.
That is a big fat lie.
You told a ***** you had a girlfriend  
Then you landed a passionate kiss.
Not caring how'd I feel.
Not seeing that I existed.

I know I have made mistakes.
Kissing a chick and grinding with two guys.
Don't worry I knew I was with you but I was looking for a good time.
You shouldn't be worried because you probably won't care.
You were too busy flirting and calling her your baby.
When I thought that was me.

The **** of you obsession is absolutely redundant.
That is more important to you than me.
Enjoy yourself while I am sleep.
I know that's when you decide to ******* because apparently I can not please.

When your not around I please myself.
I touch myself.
All you have to say is I knew I couldn't satisfy you.
Maybe now you see how I feel.

Looking at you and kissing you.
They are two different sides.
I am with you.
I can't believe you are mind but also I'm sick of this **** you do to me.
One more **** up and I'm through with you.

You have no heart like I.
So you should be fine and able to survive.

Peace.

I don't know what to say.
I can't even explain to you how I feel.
I guess in simple words,
I feel used and abused.

You were everything to me.
I cared so much about you.
I gave you everything I could.

What was I to you?
Just some *** object you can use and abuse?
Just a *** object so you can fill your fantasies.

Did you even see who I was underneath my skin?
Did you see me as me?
Did you just hide me behind the images of your *******?

What was I to you?
Just some *** object you can use and abuse?
Just a *** object so you can fill your fantasies.

Well I got some news for you.
Listen to what I have to say real close.
I am human being.
I am a girl with a open heart.
You took advantage since I fell for you hard.
You broke my heart.

What was I to you?
Did I mean nothing at all?
Just a *** object you can use and abuse.
Just a *** object to fill your fantasies.

Your compliments mean nothing.
When I look you in the eye,
I can see that you just told me a lie.
I tried to hold on.
I guess I tried too hard for far too long.
I am finally to the point, where I am just numb.

What was I ever to you?
Just some *** object you can use and abuse?
Just a *** object to fill your fantasies.
That is what I was to you.

I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Do not Fear Me

*******'s hangover

Tangential emotion

Birthed in a string of complacency

Welcome, my Prince of the Edge of Shadows

I’ve seen enough **** and ***** for a lifetime.
It’s growing old now.
It’s a mix of lust, addiction, and fantasy.
Mixed together seeing the same thing
And not having love.
It’s confusing and misplaced attention.

****** is not *******,
skin is not something to hide.
You are not a body with a soul,
rather a soul with a body
that you needn't be ashamed to show.
Feel the sun on your chest
and the grass between your toes
and breathe in contentment
as the wind writes poetry on your body
with it's gentle, kind mouth.
Do not be offended by human anatomy,
an elegant miracle held bare in its glory.