Explain in detail who I am ^-^
A petty poet
CW: Some people take job they don’t really want. They do it for the happiness of others. Sometimes these jobs cause them trouble. They suffer and are judged for their deeds while others are still seen in a graceful light. It isn’t fair. It is often hard to see if it is even worth it.
Would you die for your child? I know I would. I would sell my very soul if it meant her happiness. She doesn’t seen to see the darkness I wade through for her. All she needs to do is enjoy her life. So many people hold jobs that bring them pain.
Some people are forced to sell their very souls, their bodies even. Wouls you be willing to risk it all for your child? I know I would.
Shame me more
Was once a petty little whore
Shoved by unholy hands
Fighting for remembrance
Unvield face yet revealed lust
Shame me more
Always such a petty little whore
Filled with distrust
Take me to a place I can’t see
Hurt me until you’ve had your fill
Judge me more
Judge me still
Shame on me for trying to feel
Tried to stop but small hands grasp
Beg for more so it must last
Shame on me
For trying to surivive
Unholy hands fuck me through the night
Little smiling faces
One saving grace
Night filled with bloody passion
So they may stay that way.
Update: Still working on some stuff. Hopeing to finish my story soon. Well it will be a few short stories and a bunch of poems. I have an idea of what it will be about but right now I am just writing random stuff.
I think I want to write about mental illness but abuse has been in my lately. I want to be the voice for those who have been told to shut up.