Don't make me do this.
I don't like this.
I'll be perceived as a whore.
Stop.
Don't touch me.
I'm drunk.
I don't want to.
I told you "NO"
Please,
Someone…
Help
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I refuse to let you talk to me in a way that makes me feel so powerless.
I refuse to let you belittle my words and keep my mouth shut.
I refuse to limit my actions in fear of disappointing you.
I refuse to make decisions based around what you want.
I refuse to be apart of something just because it would make you happy.
I refuse to change myself because I'm just not good enough in your eyes.
I refuse to be who YOU want me to be.
I refuse, because I for once want the chance to be who I want to be.
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I altered myself.
I put myself through hell.
Just so I can give you something you can't refuse.
But you chose to see the minor flaws.
You were blind to see the blooming love.
You wanted something more.
You wanted someone better.
Someone who was in your eyes more physically attractive.
You refused to see how beautiful my mind was.
You refused to see how much I cared.
You refused.
Leaving me,
B r o k e n.
I don't like this.
I'll be perceived as a whore.
Stop.
Don't touch me.
I'm drunk.
I don't want to.
I told you "NO"
Please,
Someone…
Help
__________________________________________
I refuse to let you talk to me in a way that makes me feel so powerless.
I refuse to let you belittle my words and keep my mouth shut.
I refuse to limit my actions in fear of disappointing you.
I refuse to make decisions based around what you want.
I refuse to be apart of something just because it would make you happy.
I refuse to change myself because I'm just not good enough in your eyes.
I refuse to be who YOU want me to be.
I refuse, because I for once want the chance to be who I want to be.
________________________________________________________
I altered myself.
I put myself through hell.
Just so I can give you something you can't refuse.
But you chose to see the minor flaws.
You were blind to see the blooming love.
You wanted something more.
You wanted someone better.
Someone who was in your eyes more physically attractive.
You refused to see how beautiful my mind was.
You refused to see how much I cared.
You refused.
Leaving me,
B r o k e n.