That's an unhealthy coping mechanism you've got there
Med
Like the stalker that she is, she waits patiently until the night is his. Lurking in the shadows until he emerges, waiting to satisfy her weird urges. All she wants is a glimpse, all she needs is just one kiss. She will give him everything and nothing just to watch him wake. But behind the scenes it’s his soul she wishes to take.
She wears him down until he can’t take any more. He asks her for money to go to the store, but she has stopped her giving spree and somehow wishes he’d still get on one knee.
She has no respect for who he is dating, and she’s always aware when he is masturbating because she hides, looking through his blinds and reading the lines that he writes on a website where they share their lives. She’s been sent away and even given fines, but she just can’t shake watching him from behind.
Every moment he is around she asks for a private chat, but what she gets is not even close to that. On occasion she gets a simple hello, a few battles in Pokémon go, but he wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot poll, unless attached was a giant cash bowl. The money it governs exactly what he’ll do, but first he has to know he will be able to get it from you.
The lie she told has sown distrust and now she’ll be lucky to ever get a thrust. When we sneak and we follow it’s only a matter of time before our pride we will swallow and give up on a dime, unless of course our name be med, then we will never stop, not even when we are dead.
Solitude
The voices they are loud and the sounds they’re bold, but I’m not the one to whom their secrets are told. The noises they blare like a sound that is rare, but the source of such force is way over there. I am not apart of the riff and the raff, nor am I apart of the group laugh.
For I sit in my room and do what I’m prone because I am so deeply alone. It’s not just the people, it’s my brain too for there is no one even remotely like you. When I say you, I mean only me for I am a psycho and am hated you see. I’m secretly me while pretending to be a normal person when all I want is to be free.
Free from the pain that comes from my brain knowing that I am not the same. This loneliness is deeper than a submarine sleeper for it has many levels and only one keeper. To hide in the shadows of my own mind is to be trapped somewhere no one can find.
Although I sit here alone in my room, there is more than just a sense of doom, for I wake every morning and put on a mask so no one will ask why I always carry a flask. When the people around fall to the ground, I have no words to say, for as they go I already know that I will be alone each and every single day.
last edit on
11/16/2021 5:23:20 AM
What is wrong with you? Who would ever say that to a mother? You have issues. That’s the one thing I care about the most is protecting her from that. You are seriously sick in the head if you really think I would want that for my own flesh and blood. If it were possible, I’d make it so it never happened to me, but since I can’t, I make it into a fantasy FOR MYSELF, and make sure it will never happen to my daughter. Why would I want her to suffer as I have when I don’t even want a random person to suffer like that? You’re a heartless piece of crap who needs to go die alone in a corner. To me, dying is better than being raped, so even in my angry state I don’t wish being raped on my worst enemy, which seems to be you. Don’t talk about my daughter like that you fat, ugly cunt.
last edit on
11/16/2021 2:18:21 PM
What is wrong with you? Who would ever say that to a mother? You have issues. That’s the one thing I care about the most is protecting her from that. You are seriously sick in the head if you really think I would want that for my own flesh and blood. If it were possible, I’d make it so it never happened to me, but since I can’t, I make it into a fantasy FOR MYSELF, and make sure it will never happen to my daughter. Why would I want her to suffer as I have when I don’t even want a random person to suffer like that? You’re a heartless piece of crap who needs to go die alone in a corner. To me, dying is better than being raped, so even in my angry state I don’t wish being raped on my worst enemy, which seems to be you. Don’t talk about my daughter like that you fat, ugly cunt.
She's probably the most angry spiteful, petty ogre I've ever had the displeasure of coming across right after Lena. I'd recommend muting her.
Leftover-Lena steps to boyfriend:
1 Stop talking about me;
2 Stop being repulsive;
3 Change underwear >1 month;
4 Find people in your league
What is wrong with you? Who would ever say that to a mother? You have issues. That’s the one thing I care about the most is protecting her from that. You are seriously sick in the head if you really think I would want that for my own flesh and blood. If it were possible, I’d make it so it never happened to me, but since I can’t, I make it into a fantasy FOR MYSELF, and make sure it will never happen to my daughter. Why would I want her to suffer as I have when I don’t even want a random person to suffer like that? You’re a heartless piece of crap who needs to go die alone in a corner. To me, dying is better than being raped, so even in my angry state I don’t wish being raped on my worst enemy, which seems to be you. Don’t talk about my daughter like that you fat, ugly cunt.
If you don't want your kid to possibly suffer the same tragic event that happened to you, maybe stop visiting strange men for sex and bringing her along. Maybe stop have sex on the bed while the child is awake and on it, maybe stop touching your child while you fuck a dude with herpes. Also don't let the dude with herpes masturbate on your kid.
At this point it's not a question of if but when
What is wrong with you? Who would ever say that to a mother? You have issues. That’s the one thing I care about the most is protecting her from that. You are seriously sick in the head if you really think I would want that for my own flesh and blood. If it were possible, I’d make it so it never happened to me, but since I can’t, I make it into a fantasy FOR MYSELF, and make sure it will never happen to my daughter. Why would I want her to suffer as I have when I don’t even want a random person to suffer like that? You’re a heartless piece of crap who needs to go die alone in a corner. To me, dying is better than being raped, so even in my angry state I don’t wish being raped on my worst enemy, which seems to be you. Don’t talk about my daughter like that you fat, ugly cunt.She's probably the most angry spiteful, petty ogre I've ever had the displeasure of coming across right after Lena. I'd recommend muting her.
I concur. What a disgusting mind she has to even accuse someone of that. She had to think of that scenario before she could write it. That’s disgusting. I seriously can’t believe she would even think that way. It’s obvious that poem demonstrates how terrible rape makes people feel and it’s a fantasy in that no one wants it to be real, but the fake version is fun.
