God,
     Today I woke up and I wish I hadn't. I feel so alone and am back in a state of mind where contemplating suicide every day is comforting. Perhaps this is my suicide letter to you, God. My bestfriend is miles, cities, states away and she's the only one that could understand. My boyfriend sleeps with other girls and leaves me on the backburners nine out of ten times. So tell me, how do I know love? My body is disgusting. I don't understand how anyone could want to touch me, let alone love me. I can't even love me. I would rather be dying on the side of the road from a heat stroke than to have over 150 pounds on my body. I'd rather have no mom than a mom that doesn't care. So tell me, how do I know love? So my prayer to you is to let me find hope in another day. To let me not feel bad for living or eating.

                              Xo,
                                    Brianne

By Abpoetry


Tired of being somebody that goes above and beyond,
Tired of being a pawn,
Tired of the everlasting ignorance I get from women,
I'm in a different arc now , that should be a villain,
Furthermore *** is genuine to you?
Weighing out all the options for your dream guy,
Might hurt you,
Tired of being looked at based on level of attraction,
Or not making transactions,
"Oh he don't got car keys or tattoos, not for the taking",
I been said it,
This generation's cooked for our race in fact,
We'll dead it , this **** is pretty ******* stupid anyway,
Backburners , the only thing women will put me on,
Birdchirpers , they'll say you got your incel turned on,
No apps , no friends , no lies , selflove only prevails.