i will never forgive you for what you did to me. you blossomed weeds of anger and self-loathing inside of my lungs. the flowers grew and grew until they infected my heart and my throat and my hands.
from this hatred, i have forged rivers and gorges into my legs. forcing ***** in hopes that the memories would purge with the bile. i shaved my head and cut my hair and sliced my soul into smaller pieces. your hands linger and the scars still shine bright where you burned me.
i spent years trying to find a way to expel the vines slowly choking me, poisoning myself and praying that it would be a sufficient **** killer.
it never was.
this one was accurate to my Lyfe when i wrote it (still 2016) but i like it. some parts are still accurate i think. The Trauma of It All!!!