Fucked up thoughts are escalading.
Taking control of my mind.
Blood and pain allow me to feel,
Rough sex is my favorite hobby.
Use me and throw me away like the rest,
Another piece for your collection.
You don't know my name,
It dosent matter, fuck me anyways.
The only thing im good at is sexual,
I can fuck you good and make you crave.
Make you desire what lingers within,
A crazy bitch unleashed into the world.
Beat me and heal me to,
Make me scream in pain.
Squealing out and moaning loudly,
Wondering what the fuck happened to me.
Author notes
a weird poem that popped into my head so i wrote it out..
Please tell me what you think
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Life is a mystery and so are our inner human thoughts-
we are born with one mindset(to survive) -we die a little mixed up most of the time. It's all the same though -human suffering- ..... This was a fine piece of work !!!
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Interesting
My dear sweet Chrissy for a poem that just popped into your mind this was a very hard core realiztic like poem and I could fele the raw e-motion flowing through out this poem. this is just a remarkable dark poem with just enough to draw you in. excellent write and keep up the good work.
hope you're well and take care. Signed, Paul 
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lol yeah its pretty weird hun call me tonight! it was really a great write tho! we need to talk so call me tonight ok?
BFF
Ashley
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Deep write. I enjoyed reading this. I feel your pain. I hope you will let it all go. I know I am trying today.
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Hmm, I really don't know what to say for this poem. You shouldn't screw anyone you don't know. lol. Just a little advice. I kind of liked this poem though in a weird way. Nice job writing out what you were thinking.
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