I’m tried of getting up off the floor, pissed that I did not vomit
I am SICK of going frozen, paralysed, and numb
I won’t be your puppet, your toy, your passively tempered sex doll
Not with him, not with me, not with anybody
I am sick of getting up off the floor
Whipping the dirt from my jeans and rebuilding me
So leave me the fuck alone and let me get on with my life
This poem is deep and
This poem is deep and emotional its an angry poem but thats the kind i usually like ur an amazing poet and dont stop writing no matter how many ppl tell u to stop
Love and hate go hand in hand for eternity
:)
Thanks! luckily I have never been told to stop writing (by anyone but me that is), people tend to tell me to keep writing and me, being me, cannot listen cause I am to busy hearing only what i want to hear, which is I suck. But I am working on that so
Much Love
Ashley