I was just doodling in SAI and this started to happen, so I got serious about it and created a wallpaper for you. Yeah, you. Know why? KNOW WHY!? Because I love you. Enjoy!
Please, only for personal use. Thanks.
RapeI am a seventeen year old boy
I have determination in my bright blue orbs.
My smile can calm even the strongest tempest.
My friends are nothing short of amazing,
and my family...well, they are some of the most
supportive people I have in my life.
I'm going to make it big. Have a family,
live in a big house.
I'm going to marry my princess, have money
I'll be happy.
And my children will look up to me,
so will my wife. I'll protect them,
I'll be their role model.
I'll be the grandpa my grand kids love.
I'll live a long life, until it's time for me to go.
And even then, I'll be smiling down, not ready
to really depart from happiness.
I'm a seventeen year old boy,
and my tears stain my ruffled jacket.
I can't smile like I used to, but I try.
But I'm still so lonesome.
Where were the friends that understood me?
Where was the family that supported me?
They try, but I can't let them in.
My future crumbles, my wife vanishes,
my children...their children, drown in the
Rape from a different PerspectiveI am a guy, so I must be strong.
I am a guy, so I must have no faults.
I am a guy, so I must feel no pain.
So tell me why does it hurt so much whenever I think about it. How come I can't tell you the pain I've gone through, without you calling me weak? Just because I am not a girl, am I not allowed to have the emotions of fear and stress? Am I not allowed to have those terrible flashbacks that only I know, and because of today's society...that only I can live through?
I am a male. And I was raped. So am I weak for wanting help? Am I weak for turning to society for help?
Many of you may think I am the rapist, because I am not the opposite gender. No, I am not the one who is supposed to call for help or scream, I am not the one who is assaulted. I am supposed to be able to take care of myself in these situations.
But while I am a male, I am also human...
Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean I don't hurt inside for what was done to me...Just because I am not a girl, doesn't mean tha
Yes, It's Your FaultA girl's poem to girls,
I warn you it's harsh,
It may sound like a rant,
albeit stupid, not smart.
I've heard this a million times,
and I know it's not true,
for when a girl exposes herself,
eyes are pressed to her like glue.
You know what you're doing,
in your short revealing skirt,
bending over on purpose,
as to expose what's up your shirt.
You taunt him with a smile,
a touch or a comment,
I see you playing dumb,
and it makes me want to vomit.
You saw that girl with him,
dressed all modestly and sweet,
but you liked that boy too,
so you swept him beneath her feet.
Then you got bored of him,
you gave him away,
went back to your spaghetti straps,
another boy another day.
What's that you're wearing?
Is it a shirt or is it a bra?
Are you trying that hard.
To see how many guys will fall?
Once or twice,
three times was to many,
but you played those boys casually,
You flipped them like a penny.
Six, seven, or eight
I think I've lost count,
Will you excuse me for a second,
I need to vomit in
Best Damn WomanWhen I was younger, my home life wasn't really conducive to having friends. My only friend for most of my life was my cousin. We were only a few months apart in age, but we felt like twins. Finished each others' sentences, would text the same things to each other at the same time, could sense when the other was in pain or just needed a pick me up. We invaded each others' lives and were the last person we each said "I love you" to at the end of the day.
A little over a year ago, she was killed in a car wreck along with her husband. But there are times I still get those feelings. Still want to grab my phone and send a text. Sometimes, I've actually sent the text and then I wonder who the person is on the receiving end. They've never responded. Not sure what I'd do if I did get a response.
I miss her more than I've ever missed anything. Even her faults. Like when she'd take over my house and force me to do something I didn't want to do. Joining dA was one of those take overs.&