Comment below if you want to know:1. Tell you why I befriended you.
2. Associate you with something random, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you my favorite thing about you.
4. Tell you a memory of you that I try to remember.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my fave oc of yours
7. Tell you what I'd do if we were in the same room right now.
8. If you and I are handcuffed together in a cop car. Using only 3 words , what I would say to you.
9. In return, you must post this in your journal.
They laugh
They sneer
They point
They demean
They degrade
They slander
They taunt
They abuse
They lie
They pretend
They threaten
They harass
They betray
They scowl
They mock
They ravage
They devour
They break
They attack
They accuse
They bully
They can do it all they want
They're nothing
They've always been nothing to me
My thighs were first.
Then my wrists.
And shoulders.
And fingers.
And feet.
Everything.
Ripped out at
the seams.
I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.
I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
a lesson:
I deserved it.
I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
or scream
for fear
that
it would
make the
pain less real.
I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
calling myself
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.
It was true.
To me.
I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped i