Push your fingers past my swollen lips and part them open. Open my mouth and close it. Force me to say sweet things with the fingers that hurt me.
Bruise my mind and control how I think. Convince me to love where hate thrives.
The feeling of numbness and the lack of control feels good with you.
Tell me how to walk and talk.
Teach me to think how you think.
Mold me to be what you desire.
I've yearned to forget my own self and become something more.
Somebody of worth.
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Dark skinned Dreams
RandomJust trying to find myself and my place. Just trying to find peace. People told me I should make a diary and this is it. It's all personal thoughts and feelings I hope that I'm not alone in feeling. Major trigger warning ahead.
