Some call her a whore.
Some call her a lier.
Some say she sucks dick.
She kno's who she is.
Some call her a bitch.
Some call her a slut.
Some say she likes to fuck.
She has her prioritys.
She kno's who she is.
Dont have to prove to anyone.
N what they dont see is that she is in fact
a real human
being.
She lies in her bed.
Thinkin of all the things wrong in her life.
Thinkin bout how you're not there.
N how he useta drive her crazy when he called her name.
She was indeed in love
with that man whore.
N no one see's who she really is.
The things that she deserves herself.
Not jus a one night stand.
N yet, they all end up this way.
When all she was tryin to do was make him happy.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Then you get to all the blood,
vomit,
tears,
scares,
cum,
and violence.
What does all this lead to?
The feelings of each of us.
For the unloved.
You kno.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Taurus
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