Nothing but a slut,
Nothing but a whore.
Just a little skank,
Lying on the floor.
Lying on the floor,
In a pool of alcohol.
Not even moving,
A fucking rag doll.
Why would I move?
I lay here like lead.
Stupid, Skanky, Fat, And ugly.
Thoughts that fill my head.
Because I'm nothing but a slut,
And I'm nothing but a whore,
And I'm nothing but a filthy skank,
Lying on the floor.
Please tell me what you think
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This is a very honest expression of your feelings about yourself. You know that you are none of those things, but you may still feel that way from time to time. Knowing and feeling are two different things.
But know this, when you share these feelings you give others permission to share their feelings. As you free yourself from fear, you automatically free others.
Well done.
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The emotion pours out from this poem. I can feel hatred emitting from the poem. Its really good! I often times feel like this also.
Hugs Nicole xoxoxoxo
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wow i can feel the anger in this poem.
and the hate
but good write!
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