#sensitivetopic
When I was a kid,
I didn't know if I'd be a teen.
Barely knowing the meaning of leaving,
yet wanting it more than anything else.
Every day I wake up feeling ill,
although I got all that I wanted,
I watch as they all gather around,
and smile one of their many faces.
I play along, because after all,
a show without it's actors,
is not worth spectating
or being a part of.
Tears filling my bathroom floor,
every single night, wishing it'd stop.
Crimson, blotchy drops slowly pile up,
creating a splatter in my line of sight.
Arms fall to the floor,
out of exhaustion.
Eyes closing within the darkness,
yet the bathroom light is still shining bright.
My lungs, feeling as if corrupted with froth.
A pulse beating louder and faster than ever.
My grip loosens, the scent? I don't know.
Cough, and cough, I finally throw up.
Releasing all that I've been holding.
Disgusting as ever, the taste.
Contents still pouring out,
yet I barely hear them impact the water.
Ouch, my head is spinning.
Is it true.. am I finally winning?
I lie on the cold, hard ground.
That loud fast pulse? Gone.
Turns out I was wrong.
I did make it to thirteen.
However, I was right.
I didn't, and wouldn't make it to eighteen.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
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'They say women are supposed to be kept low
But isn't it them who talk about us
They say they control when we come and go
Until it's our name that comes out of their mouth like a cuss'
'They tell us to keep quiet
And so we do, yet we get the pain
They blame us when we start a riot
and then watch us fall like rain'
"Just because we're women
doesn't mean we're not human
Yet we're silently abused again and again
They'll stare as we walk past the crewman'
'Or perhaps you forgot
that you had a mother, sister, or daughter
and treat us asif we're something to be bought
Then dispose of us like we're waste water.
'Tell us to stay low, but what about those who are the reason for a daughter's death?
won't listen to us when we said 'No'
watched as she drew her last breath.'
'Tell us to keep quiet
to rely on the strong ones
Waiting for my knight
until I saw your sons'
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC