her dishonesty has scarred hands.

jesus fucking christ... technically that's masturbation.

she longs after other girls. she craves the crevices of their skin, every last curve of their perfect bodies. how she lusts to be the one that they let hold them, comfort them, kiss them, protect them from harm's way, melt into them. but one look, and they all seem to go running the other way. stoopid fucking teases. they are what she calls a whore: those LGs who would make out with their best friend to get a boy's attention, but make fun of true lesbians. then there are the few that let her near them. they pretend that they care, pretend they are 100% into it even with the closet swallowing them into a submission. they think it doesn't matter when they leave her alone, like she didn't love them in the first place, when really that's just their feelings. she tries to mend her broken heart yet again, maybe this time all the pieces aren't there. again and again she throws herself at the first girl who doesn't start running. she gives them everything, her soul, her heart, her body, yet they still go on to smash the pieces of her already fragile heart. they don't get it. they think she's just another being stuck on this earth just trying to get through, trying to get off. they don't take into account that she has emotions. they don't see her when the doors close and the tears simultaneously drip down her numbed cheeks, like blood from an old wound torn again. they don't see when she can't be bothered to move, to eat, to sleep because she knows it will just be another day empty, without the one who can put her heart back together again. they don't see her drown herself in depression. despair and failure have become the rulers of her once-living soul. but they never see any of this, they just assume she is just like the rest. they never suggest she might have once had hopes and dreams, aspired to be someone, do something, support someone. they never could have guessed at first glace, but they never give her that second chance. she fumbles in the dark trying to get someone to notice, trying to get some help. she's finally learned she can never win, so she gives up on hope completely.
how would you end a misery? could you be the light to save a soul?


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