Infliction
Grappling with my inner saboteur whilst navigating my youth as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community
Irritated by what I have become, grovelling
I am a tramp.
Thoughts make me itch, I scratch
I'm told not to let go
I do
I bleed.
Life, drained by love and hate
It's good, it's a lie.
Justifying reasons as to what I do and why I do them
It's pathetic, I weep.
People stare, people hate
Give me a gun
Give me a knife
Give me some life.
Go home baby, go care for you
I hate too much
I hate you.
Unloved I am, by you and me
Smack me hard
Make me bleed
Take my life
That's what I need.
Cry with me, feel my pain
Torture me like you have before
Make me blue, make me green
It's all I know
You make me scream.
Touch my face, oh how it felt before
It's all over now, you make me fall
Take my hands and slit my wrists
Have my love
And I will cry no more.
Desert me now, when I need you the most
Cry with me
Hurt with me
Laugh at me.
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