Whore, poem by Signe Robertson, 2009 I'm shit, admit it, I'm just a little whore to you You don't give a fuck, if I laugh or cry If I live or die, it's all the same to you You don't think of me, every day and night, you don't dedicate your thoughts To me, you don't need me, you don't love me You never will, you never have, you all hate me Love to rape me, torture me, bind me up and kill me Yeah, this thrills you, doesn't it, huh? To see someone in pain To hurt me like this, admit you know, I'm just a piece of shit And you never loved me and never cared, you penetrate my innocence With your filthy ugly lies, gag me and whip me And laugh when I cry, most just hate, without wearing a mask Some pretend to love, only to coldly take it back Who's worst? I don't even know, but I'm not more than a whore 3 holes and so many wounds, so much clean flesh, left for you to cut up To rip apart and burn, so many parts of me For you to turn, into a whore |