Every morning
every afternoon
every day
there are thousands of bullets going into my head
there are hundreds of people piercing right through my eyes
there are millions of trains running over my neck
the doctors say it's normal
and they don't care,
but every morning
every night
every day
I'm getting killed
over & over again
and nobody is coming to help my screaming body.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
