i need safety.

i can only sleep if the door is locked.

i fell asleep in the living room earlier this year. i should have known better. bad things happen when i fall asleep in living rooms alone.

so i was asleep in one sofa but when i woke up, there he was looking at me with his hands in his pants.

i hate him.
i hate him.

why does he do this?

knowing everything, why does he continue to do this?

and it's always when i'm starting to feel better about myself.
      it's always when i'm able to look in the mirror and say "you look good today."

do men just hate me?

am i that useless?
only good for simple urges; please do not respect.

i feel like i've already died.

i'm always alone.
i'm always alone.

i'm apparently useless to society.
i've been reduced to a freeloader.

i'm not even that pretty.

just that weak.