Some times I feel like a b***h,
a whore,
a slut.
Everyday and night I think about it and my question is
What am I?
I have lost too many people now,
I have but one choice,
to change.
From a b***h,
from a whore,
from a slut.
I used to be just a ghost,
no one knew me
I was alone.
Now I know people but,
only by what I think.
No one is real to me anymore,
Those who are,
are the only people I'm scared to hurt,
I love hurting people
I love the sight of pain
I love the smell of fresh blood,
yours.
Mine.
Anyones.
but,
I cant hurt those I love,
even though,
maybe not physicly,
but mentally,
I have hurt those I loved,
more then they have hurt me.
Those I chose to not love hurt me,
worse then I hurt them.
does that mean they love me?
I dont know
I'm so confused,
just thoughts pouring in and out of my mind,
I'm like a baby,
so smart,
yet so ignorant,
there for my question again.
What am I?
a whore,
a slut.
Everyday and night I think about it and my question is
What am I?
I have lost too many people now,
I have but one choice,
to change.
From a b***h,
from a whore,
from a slut.
I used to be just a ghost,
no one knew me
I was alone.
Now I know people but,
only by what I think.
No one is real to me anymore,
Those who are,
are the only people I'm scared to hurt,
I love hurting people
I love the sight of pain
I love the smell of fresh blood,
yours.
Mine.
Anyones.
but,
I cant hurt those I love,
even though,
maybe not physicly,
but mentally,
I have hurt those I loved,
more then they have hurt me.
Those I chose to not love hurt me,
worse then I hurt them.
does that mean they love me?
I dont know
I'm so confused,
just thoughts pouring in and out of my mind,
I'm like a baby,
so smart,
yet so ignorant,
there for my question again.
What am I?
