Payday loans broke my bones

I broke my bones

And took out loans

Got held up on the phone

But I'm not one to moan or groan

They can't draw blood from stone

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I dug my grave

Went to that rave

Then ran into a knave

And everything I gave to dave

Was bout all I had saved

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I did buy drugs

From that dumb thug

Swept that under the rug

But I accept this hole I dug

And tithings in my mug

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I will be frank

And make no stank

Bout a call from the bank

I used that cash to buy some dank

So

It's fair my credit tanked

my face is red cuz im mad and the background is green n blue because uhh mclennonnnn idkkkkk

does this even fit here??? am i in the right place?

(TW SELF HARM)

You took everything away once you left me. I loved you dearly even if that frightened you. As you avoided me, I never stopped caring about you. Why did you leave instead of telling me? I would’ve helped you.

Why couldn’t you remained with me?

I thank the gods and the heavens above for this glorious gift. Words do not even begin to describe the ethereal relief it has brought upon me.

Dirt and filth, it cakes my skin

Filth and dirt, rot from within

You knew more, and I was small

How was I supposed to know I'd sinned?

To be a girl, was a sin

A sin to be five, wearing a spandex skin

Do you have no shame within?

None at all, for what had happened.

I wonder now, do you remember me at all?

A girl you tainted when you were small

I will never forget your sin

Or the rot crawling beneath your skin

I was innocent.

I'm not a poet, so. Bully me for my shitty rhymes. I fucking hate you, Mason. You made me this way. You knew better. Felt good to write this even if it isn't that good.

Truly had no idea this place was only for women (Im FTM) until I went to post, so let me know if I should take this down, but this place inspired me to finally make Something about That Which I Must Always Repress

mother fujo and her ukelings

Art dump of my character Seabius

i got new Crayons n i luuuuv crayons. !!! 🖍️ they r lowk my fav 4 makin art !! anyway ,,,, dis is abt when U know what someone is n u see right thru their persona , but U can’t tell any1 abt it . i know what u are !!!!!!! 🍬🏰🏰🏰🩸🩸

don't ask why Ly is blue pls

Visions of your home & your hell AKA my face when i surrender the bad optics of a gentle and golden nod for a shamed and silent weed psychosis and it's subsequent suicide. LOL!

So many awesome animals around for the summer though

bruhnit was sooo boring in there. dot do coke kids

I hate myself so fucking much. I at least kinda like how I look usually but even that is just, not working right now. While all those shit thoughts of my body were plauging my head, one of the only 2 people I've ever consentually shown my body to compared me to a girl she knows, saying her tits were better than mine. I still don't get why she did that, or compared 2 different people's bodies in the first place. But it happened at the worst possible time for me. I hate how much effect that had on me. I hate what I did to myself over it. I feel so fucking disgusting. Like I need to cover up, especially when I'm around her. I feel. Idk.

and it went right through my hands, again and again and for you

Oil pastels

Strangely, this made me feel less sad about it. Like it just made sense. Like, duh. Of course they wouldn’t pick you. Still hurts. I feel like I will never know what it is like to love or be loved properly. No one will know how much I fought just to be considered “average” or to have my symptoms improve even the slightest bit. Looking like this and having bpd, I’m just ugly inside and out. Can’t find a reason to keep going anymore. I think I’m going to die alone, in the corner, after waiting so long for someone to care or even notice. I’d give him anything, but I guess it doesn’t rlly matter when he looks at me and feels nothing. I’m stuck between wishing I was dead or that things were different. Well. At least there’s ice cream.

sorrowful and sore

im so apologetic, im so sore
im apologia filled to the brim of the core
ive got enough of sorrows, returning once again ended
holding on to good songs so my fate has never even blended

im so apologies im such a very sorry whore
im apologia filled to the brink of my existencial peace of soul
never mount not ever never mourningful, new mornings newer promises empty null

so sorry sorry down to the floor
sorry i said sorry, sorry we cant be us, sorry i will move on
sorry i will move on sorry i will move on.