Alone with thoughts

Of hate and lies.

Crying is a weakness

That is much despised.

But control is lost,

Left here to rot.

There’s nothing to do,

But hear the words

Already knew.

Words like:

Bitch, slut

Fuck you!

Asshole, bastard

Cunt.

There’s nothing

Stopping this onslaught of thoughts.

Too weak, too stupid

To be fought.

So left here fragile,

In trouble of straying.

Yet, no one cares.

So there’s no use in staying.