Osmosing through planes of depravity.
I lose the will to look at myself in the mirror each morning, existence disgusts me.
The things I've endured could bring a grown man to his knees.
A girl who will never become a woman, who will never understand "love" or purity or anything of the sort.
Shit on my face and make me beautiful, lick it clean and call me dirty.
I am sick.