TW: Trauma, Suicidal themes, Sh, blood, other triggering topics
As you stare into my soul
I growl with frustration
Ripped up
Mutilated
This is whom I am
I can't change
I don't want to
Fearing for my life
Hosting a thousand parasites
All full of boiling rage
I'm not this
I am that
I am not who
I am what
I am not where
I am nowhere
Don't fear the inability to cry
It's something you will one day find comfort in
Trauma is a funny word
A word that holds so much meaning
Yet feels like nothing
It's nothing really
It's only going to hurt for 10 seconds
It's not that bad
It's not that bad
It's not that much
It doesn't hurt so badly
So dizzy
So much blood
Infinity
A strange feeling
The feeling of infinite possibilities
So odd
Feeling intoxicated (although I'm not)
Blood pouring
So much
Until the word loses meaning
You don't choose
I will choose for you
I can't understand anything
I'm just that
Anything
I'm everywhere and anything
I don't have a God complex
Because I don't believe I am god
I just know I'm not human
I know nothing but myself
A delusion of agony
Self deprecating
Awful
Agonizing
If I could just cut deeper
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Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoetryTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
