Rose thorns || A Collection Of my Poetry

it's like a fucking itch

Tw: Abuse and intrusive thoughts about murder and necrophiliac

I was abused
I can barely remember it
I wanna kill him I've wanted to

My mom was raped
I don't know who did it
But if I did he'd be on the list

My grandma was abused
I don't know who did it
But if I did he'd be on the list

My step-mom was raped and abused
By her entire family but the two mainly
Behind are a street away from my old
House and I just found out where those
Fuckers are and oh my Lord I wanna shoot
'em I won't even think twice

I just had a separate intrusive thought while
Writing that and I thought about fucking they're dead bodies

The thrill I know I'd feel saving the world from literal
Scum

Other thought

Let's be honest it's not entirely for ridding the world and
Doing good it's for my own pleasure

I hope you do understand most of my poems I come up with completely on the spot so when there is murder or any other horrible crime it's all intrusive thoughts. I prefer writing out my thoughts instead of telling a therapist.

I can't even say I won't anymore it's like a fucking itch.