Alienated shell
Open and bare
Worn lining
Clawed shreds
Impaired illusion
Adorned dull
Aquamarine shards

l.v.s

Is it even mine

When you have touched it
Torn it to a thousand shreds
Broken each bone
Turned it inside and out
Stained its pale skin
Penetrated it
Left it for dead
In fœtal position
In these sweaty sheets
That I don't recognize

Naked

I ask for kids wether they are boy or girls babies or toddlers
To please be protected
But everytime i turn on my tv i see a new poor baby being abused in a certain way
And i ask myself is there really a god?
If so why do you ignore my prayers?
Why do you let this poor baby suffer?
Are you with us or against us?
They say to get closer to you
That you hear our prayers
That you will help us
But honestly all i hear is my echo
I ask for you to protect this kids to see if you do
Because thats my sign to see if you hear me
But honestly i dont see anything good coming along
You make me start questioning
All this questions
Are you real or not?
I know i should never question you
But cant help to pray and not get a good response
Am i asking for the impossible?
Is it hard for you to protect the same little angels you sent to this heartless people?
Why do you let this monster keep having babies?
Why would you sent this little ones to this harmful people?
Can you hear me?
Can you please listen to me?
All im asking for is no more violence against this poor little ones

being a girl
is feeling more comfortable
leaving your purse
or coat
or phone
with someone when you need to use the bathroom
than you feel with leaving
your drink

being a girl
means being cat called
and having to accept it
it means only feeling comfortable
with your boyfriend
or dad
by your side

being a girl
is insecurity
in being anywhere
without protection
because we are prey

right or wrong
it's the truth
and I live it every day

If you must know , I'm embarrassed of what I did.

With 8 billion people in the world,
You'd think it would be
Impossible to feel so isolated.
So tough to explain,
I'm frustrated,
This is complicated,
I feel like my soul has been obliterated,
Mutilated, and violated.
I can't think straight,
And no, I'm not gay,
Just a little confused
Feeling battered and abused,
My heart's been misused
And I have been accused
Of using others, when I'm the one being used.

He's Insidious
He didn't **** me
He just put his thoughts into me
He exploded all over my insides
The ones that matter
The thoughts I would have as I fall asleep
How I would view my body
He was ******
But only when it meant that he could further permeate my thinking
He sunk his teeth in
But only to venomize my thoughts
He washed my brain but it will never be clean of him
And this all sounds very poetic
But it's the only way I know how to express how violated I feel