***.

Just because I'm always
underneath you, doesn't
mean that I'm a whore.

Just because I'm addicted
to things I shouldn't be,
doesn't mean you can take
advantage of me.

Just because I know how
to pleasure you, it doesn't
mean you can hit me
when I don't.

You can't call me yours
anymore because I'm
going to hell soon.

I would've gone to heaven,
if it weren't for you. Now
I'm worthless, no moral.

God doesn't want me.

No one does.

You made me into this.
A bloody heap on the
bathroom floor.

{{note: Not about me. Not at all. About people I know, yes. Me? No.}}