The Year of Me
What a whore?
What a slut?
Oh my God, did she give it up?
Drink some bleach
Get a rope
Didn’t cut deep enough?
Next time try your throat
Ew it smells like rotten fish
Inreally think I’m gonna be sick
I’m a good girl
I put it on my grave
I’ve never been touched
I have been saved
Give me a break
Is it in my head?
I really think they want me dead
A year has passed but I won’t forget
The cruelty and sickening words
I survived it all
This year will be great
I will turn a new leaf
I mean I’m now in high school
What a relief
This poem is about:
Me
Our world