I envy people who seem to be able to take such blows and go about their day
Once in a while I get overly attached to people who use me. I try to fill a void and I end up burned.
Sometimes people's only interest is sex and control
Not only have I lost control. But I am so afraid of you. I know you lie. I know you bully.
I am not strong and cannot find my grip. Forever will I always be in the clutches of this loveless dance.
Cheaters and liars always get away.
Eating my flesh and putting me down. Striking me to the floor
Am I not allowed to be angry?
I know my place, it's six feet under.
I am not strong