How does it feel?
To be a slut and not a saint.
Wearing clothes too fucking revealing,
Poring alcohol in your brain.
How did it felt?
Crying deep in the night,
Wrapping your arms around me.
Lying that things are gonna be
Alright.
How did your body endured?
This undeserving pain that you inflicted,
Just to stay awake for the night.
And not be shaken by liquor.
How happy were you?
With the filthy money rolling in,
That came from dancing and drinking in the night.
Not for the righteousness you had proclaimed.
My little sister said I was her biggest role model- but I am not.
My little sister has love and unconditional support- but I do not.
Pile on more make up,
Show off some skin.
Tell them you're happy,
Pray for your sins.
-Filthy Life
You are gorgeous! How old aee you?
ReplyDeleteYou can still change if you want to, it's never too late to start. The things you did do not define who you are and the people who truly love you will always love you no matter what. It might get worse before it gets better but eventually you'll get to where you want to be. Keep your sister in mind, good intentions follow through.
ReplyDeleteSaw you outside cheers today and just happened to chance upon your blog about your scars behind those smiles. Maybe people have to stop judging you until they've been in your shoes. Stay pretty and happy 😊
ReplyDeleteWe came to earth alone. We live for ourselves. We are responsible for our own lives. Do not fall into darkness because of things we think we didn't get what we should deserve. Others don't love us, it's okay. Because the most important thing is we cherish and love ourselves. We depend on ourselves.
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