Everyone knows. No one knows.
Whispers of hope in the load overwhelming silence.
They love you. You're invisible.
You scream in the crowd. But no one can hear you.
Your blood drips down over them. The blood turns to rain on their skin.

Everyone knows you're a bitch. It all turns black. But it's painted pink. Pink is your favorite color.
You're popular. You're kind. You never hurt anyone.
Wear the things they tell you. Spend your money to be in pain. You win the prize. Hands all over your body. No..? Do it and hate yourself. Let them do it. Who are you?

Whore. Slut. Slave.
It must be true. The white powder feels good.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
That's all you are. To a cock. Fingers. A fist. A whip. There are no limits. Ask for it. More. More. Harder.
More blood. How can you cover the beating? Don't bother.

You belive. You scream.
NO! NO! NO!
But you had black underwear underneath all pink.
Questions. You wanted it.
And you realize. There's only blood on your hands. The others are only wet from the rain. Let them do it. What ever they want. Their hands will always be clean. It was never a choice.
You are the human waste.