Please,
give me the knife
so that I can
cut myself.
Please,
carry on with your
fowl words that
I thrive off of.
Please,
tell me that I
am nothing.
Please,
tell me that I
am worthless
Please,
tell me that
I am a whore.
Please,
break me down every day,
so that I can build myself up
and tell you to fuck off.
Please,
tell my mother
what a bitch I am,
so that one day,
I can prove her wrong.
Please,
don't stop with your
pathetic empty threats
in your emails, that you send
to me, a child.
Please,
never stop being you,
because you see, you
might've won the battle,
but there is a storm waiting for you.
Please,
never stop what you are doing,
because, what a poor excuse of
a man are you to do the things you
do?
Please
Don't ever stop trying
to put me down,
because it motivates me to
become the woman, you'll
despise on day, and you'll
swallow your vile words.
- Furashu
A/N
This has been bothering me, for quite some time. This is based off of a true story, like all of my poems.
But this, one... Well lets just say. It bares extra hatred.
And thank you all for the all of the support x
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