The First Mistake You Could Make Is Loving Girls

God, where do I begin
From mistakes one to infinity,
Where on Earth do I begin?
My head is pounding with a fierce need
Of itty bitty kisses to my teeny tiny skull,
A desire to kiss girls and girlish looking boys
Until I feel no more,
Until I stop needing
Stop desiring the touches and never receiving
Because this body wasn't meant for receiving,
Only giving out empty feelings down an endless, babbling brook
Not even clean enough to give life to fishes and people alike
Just a mess, a cancerous, venomous mess
What's the point of moving forward,
In a world where you will never grip my hand,
No;
Never need my hand,
Even as you're falling off a cliff,
Doesn't drowning sound more pleasurable than the touch of
My hand?
That's so like a girl,
Such a way I can't stop chasing tail,
With no end in site,
As I can no longer call myself a girl,
Renouncing my girlhood with the age 16
Because something so disgusted as me
Could never play the part,
Regardless of how much eye liner you pile up,
Lord, I could never fit the uterus you bestowed to me,
But I'll try producing a source, anyway.