HelpDisjointed lullabies fill my head, my new white noise. No more room for hate and pain but lies still rule my brain. I’m alive enough to functionEvery word past my lips is unheardI’m softly spoken even though my throat is raw from screamingMy soul is raw from searching.You cannot hurt my body, it’s been through hell before. Everything taken, my wants and needs rearranged like his play toys. I was his play toy.It became my normalcy.Never again, but it won’t hurt any more.I asked for it, didn’t I? Isn’t that what you said?I don’t know which hurt more, your words or the pain of being stretched when you don’t want it in you.The bruises on my neck when I wished he pushed hard enough to bring death.The cuts on my arms, self inflicted even if half of them were not from my blade.My new kinks that bring tears but with which I throw my head back and scream in delight.Finger tips against my skin mean two things:Death or sex
Rules to Being a Princessthe darkness, what a typical start for such a typical fucked up girlWhat other faerie tale could I fit myself intoThe damselThe nerdThe freakThe one with a dreamThe one who doesn’t fit inWaiting for her frog prince to turn into a princessNo, that makes the story wrongWhat is the villain this time.A step motherA witchA warHow about all of you who’ve ever broke her downAll of society that ever commented on her weight, hair color, skin, fashion. Who ever commented on why she didn’t spread her legs soon enough, oh but not too much.Snow White can’t be a slut. She must be a saint with the perky breasts and perfect skin. Long hair -don’t cut it. Don’t want to look like a boy. Sucks to be you Rapunzel.Will you give up your voice for a boy? You better, but if you actually want to don’t admit it because your friends will judge you just as harsh as the world who criticized you for wanting to be with him when you were not human enough. At l
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RapunzelI wish my hair was long enough to tie myself a nooseAnd I wish I didn’t say all those words to you for you to twist.It’s breaking it’s cutting it’s fraying my skin.Cut my hair.I want this life to end.