Bwr Poem by Olivia Harris

I lay here
hating myself
hating the world i know
hating the girl who put me here
even though it's my fault
i hate his skin against mine, it makes me want to vomit
i hate his kisses, they make me cry
i hate his fake promises of forever, they make me disgusted
but i stay here
to prove myself to her
it's my virginity, the only thing i can give
and i want to be rid of it
it's sickening
the way he looks at me
the smell
the taste
the feeling
it's a heartache
and all i do is lay there
wondering when it will stop