My body no longer feels like my own.
It's aching all over, my soul sore to the core.
Like I'm public property.
When you've had once permission it will stay valid for life.
Feelings mixed all over, don't know how to survive.
Intoxicating my body with sex, alcohol and drugs.
I don't even think I'm pretty, worth anything meaningful.
What do I have to offer besides being fun company?
When all they ever do is walk away once they've seen the real me.
Broken, sad, self-destructive.
Maybe I'm not going to be here for much longer.
Everytime they take a piece of me, which I only have myself for to blame.
Personality disorder or not, It's me who no longer has control.
I no longer make out of the whole.
Body, mind and soul.
Which was once me.
Now I'm just some kind of public property.
For you to use, enjoy when you feel like it.
Do you even really love me, see me, want me?
What once was may never be again.
Auteur: Misslis | ||
Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2023 | ||
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