Watch Me Choke
Shit, Faggot, Bitch, Waste of space...
Only a few things I'm called.
Do others care?
Maybe
Do I ask?
Of course not,
Why would I?
They would try to stop me.
From what?
See my arm?
That's called self harm.
My body,
My choice.
They care too much, simply
I fear too much
the cries
The pain I'd just rather frankly not cause.
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My Poetic Preachings
PoezieThis is a book of things I feel about real people, real emotions, whether I have felt those emotions, or still do is varying from chapter to chapter.
