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Micha 3d
tw: ed--------

you tell me about your success,
but what have you gained
when you are proud of your loss?

less,
and less,
"just a little bit more",
you lose a part of yourself everyday
and take pride in it,
you open schrodinger's box
and you're glad when the cat is dead,
you **** yourself
in the name of "living well".

what did the child inside you do to you?

why do you starve it,
deprive it,
and punish it
for not looking sickly,
emaciated,
tortured enough?
why do you love pain so much?

but alas,
by all means,
go ahead,
hurt yourself more,
it won't ever be enough.
you know it.

blame yourself,
blame your parents,
blame god.
in the end,
you can take the kid
from the abuse,
but never the abuse
from the kid.

don't do unto yourself what they have done to you.

they will never learn.
i hope you will.
Micha 3d
take,
take all i have,
open me up,
rob me
of what working organs i have left,
carve what you want
into my bones,
take,
until there's nothing left,
and then scream,
into unhearing ears,
that i'm not giving you enough.

perhaps then i shall be reborn.

when i am no longer
of any use to you,
my blind eyes shall see you
for what you really are.
not fixing,
not caring,
not approaching,
but intruding,
stealing,
killing.

blessed be the vivisected.
ayyy first poem on here!

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