BODY IMAGE Poem: Do you ever feel like the world is ending, by Leigh Hansen

Warning: This poem below has a lot of crude language.

Do you ever feel like the world is ending;
And nobody cares?
Swaddled in your own self pity
Compressed by every heavy memory
Yet the tears simply won’t come
You lay wounded in a fetal ball
Squeezing a stuffed animal
You’re so touch starved
And it’s the only thing that won’t try to fuck you
You overanalyze and consider
Perhaps your wound is caused by all these men
You unnecessarily invite into bed
They love to tell you you’re such a good fuck
They compliment your ass
Your pussy
Your tits
It’s always the same
So predictable it’s boring
They demand respect from you
They think it’s hot to control you
Their little fuck puppet
One pull of your strings
And you spread your legs like butter
Doesn’t it make you exhausted?
How many men has it been now?
How long has it been since you’ve sworn off the feminine?
Why do you loathe yourself so much?
Why do you want the world to end?

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