Category : Diary/Journal

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Do you feel better about yourself now that you’ve humiliated me? Do you think it’s okay to belittle me and make me feel like a prostitute because you’re insecure with yourself.. because I wanted to get money for us to support our drug habit. Because I spoke words to strange men- now I’m a whore.

when my things are gone out of your room; and it feels much emptier than it was- remember I’m a whore

When you think of me,the things I’ve said that made you laugh & feel secure- remember I’m a whore 

When your body misses my touch, the touch it’s become so accustomed to just remember I’m a whore. 

And when you’ve been misunderstood, judged and left for dead- like you did to me- just remember I’m a whore. 

I was never worth your time, you pick and choose when I’m convenient for you! My heart is gone now- you took what was left of it and ground it up into a fine powder, I hope you snort it and get high off my pain. Since you broke me, you’re just an assist of how I’ll never be the same.