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I don't give a ****
If you're busy.
You're not busy.

Why do you say
You can always talk to me
When you never talk to me.
My head hurts.
My sweet one.

He has fallen.

               He's down.
  
He has been cut.  

              They've landed a strike  on him.

He is bleeding from

                The thigh.

Dripping down.

            Red water down the skin.

No no..

         Allow him to cry..

Let him feel it..

          Meanwhile stay with him.

Just be there with him.

           Remain at his side.

He needs healing.

           He is lying down.

Wounded.

            Hurt.

Assailed.

                 Damaged.

Torn.

              Shreaded.

Murdered.

He cannot take another
Blow like that.
Written shortly after a self harm episode. I've been assailed by the sinister grips of discord. I. Am. Guilty.
  Feb 8 Deadwood Jawn
Grace E
You’ve walked with me,
Through the dark days
And I need your dark roast
In the deepest of ways
And your warming presence
Consistently stays

As the sun bursts through the gate
I find myself anxious
I can stand when you’re late
When I hear you’re coming
I can just hardly wait
I’m pacing and racing
I need your taste

I know, from my lips
You won’t drift very far
So Coffee, thank you
I adore all that you are
D E S T R O Y
THE
ONE

WHO
INHIBITS
YOUR

EXPRESSIONS.

BE.

JUST BE.

TEAR A HELLISH PORTAL UP YOUR ****.

SHRED YOUR RIBS INTO 8 PIECES.

BREAK EVERY WALL UNTIL THE KNUCKLES BREAK.

ASSAIL THE MIND WITH IMAGERY.

REACH INTO THE ****** AND MAKE HER INTO A
**** GOOD PUPPET AND WEAR HER.

CATACLYSMIC ****** AND SHARE YOUR BLOOD.

KISS YOUR SKIN WITH RAZORS OOZE BONE MARROW

AND

AND
AND
AND

HANG YOURSELF FROM A **** NOOSE.
SNAP THAT NECK.
LEFT TO RIGHT.
***** AND CRUMBLE.

TEAR THAT SKIN.

Be.

Just be.
I'm not encouraging suicide btw. This is a poem of a mad mindset, fuelled by rage and resent. Some of it is words said to me, as if it were some unethical commander. Some is just thoughts. Some is graphic imagery. But all of it is disturbing.
Do not hear!
It will rouse discord.
Try and walk...
Might be best to move on from these old songs.. Watch out for the overwhelming sadness they can bring. It isn't their fault. It is the mind. Walk..
You see me
and think
I am alive,
hair, bones
and teeth
heart swelling,
shrinking, pulsing
blood

but kiss me
and you will
taste death,
lingering like
icing sugar
on my blistered
blue lips
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