Whore-Moans.

This being a teenaged girl thing,
it's getting pretty stale.
Sadly, all I can think of is love,
but that's what the hormones entail.

No boy seems to be good enough,
not even the one on my mind.
What is this shit all about?
The way my fingers itch to entwine....

And I'm getting pretty sick,
of my friends walking out on me.
So I've started walking out on them,
I've started, again, to bleed.

I bleed by my own hand,
suck back so much smoke.
At least I make the grades,
too smart for school, too good to toke.

Well, really why am I trying?
It seems that I'll succeed.
I'll make it alone, all by myself,
but it's interaction that I need.

I apologize for being
so fucking awkward and strange.
If you recall, it's a disorder.
Another kink in my damned brain.