The Year of Me

What a whore?

What a slut?

Oh my God, did she give it up?

Drink some bleach

Get a rope

Didn’t cut deep enough?

Next time try your throat 

Ew it smells like rotten fish

Inreally think I’m gonna be sick

 

I’m a good girl

I put it on my grave

I’ve never been touched

I have been saved

Give me a break

Is it in my head?

I really think they want me dead

 

A year has passed but I won’t forget

The cruelty and sickening words

I survived it all

This year will be great

I will turn a new leaf

I mean I’m now in high school

What a relief

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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