I'm hurting bad
Something is wrong something is wrong
Get it out get it out get it out
Purge it
Retching retching
The hurt is splattered
Around the toilet bowl
It's still there it's still there
Purge it purge it purge it purge it
I want it
out out out
I don't want to hurt bad anymore
Force it back up
And now my hurt
Is splattered on the floor
But I don't hurt anymore
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoetryThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
