Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i was laying peacefully
on my plush couch
once again watching tv with a man
the remote was naturally in his hand
we called this a relationship
with random sex and mommy issues

i let the doctor give me drugs
just to see if i could conform to docile female roles
it was impossible
i felt like i was in the house of mirrors banging around
seeing glass where there is none
then breaking again
he broke me
he was designed to make me not care
detachment was the lesson
love fucks me every time
i gave away that couch- i let everything go
cannot forgive
making me sick
you and the bone people
beautiful lines of flesh
when being eaten alive by a man whore
it cheapens everything

Strong poem: excellente!