...and she said "fuck you" because no one was worth her pain.

Must admit today wasn't so bad... until I gave up and cried in the stairwell because I needed to cry cry cry so bad. And it was embarassing when I looked up at Mr. Powell from the floor with tears streaming down my face and my voice shaking in hopelessness but mostly being choked up up up from crying.

"Let's go."

That's all he said. And we left. He even cheered me up in the car. And so I was home, and I kept trying not to explode. It's been years since I've screamed. I screamed. Bloody murder and proud of it. Yelled and cursed and yelled some more. I can't keep it in anymore. Because all the time I just take it and take it and never fight back or utter a single fucking word. And people keep shoving it into me, keep hitting me again and again without consequence because

everyone can hurt her and she never says a damn thing.

So that's it. I'm tired. I'm throbbing. I can't be a silent scapegoat anymore. I can't be the whore.

SO STOP FUCKING ME OVER!