they didnt want me to but
i found out
i found out that me
im a vessel, holding heat
veins carrying hot air
scalding water falling from
every cell, contained.
but im so full
so angry so overwhelmed
they didnt want me to but
i started tearing myself apart
all i want
to rip my skin to shreds
just me vs myself no weapon
it makes me warm
and if i drink, like anaesthetic
i lose feeling but its only skin deep
and i wont stop
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how to not die alone(on hold)
Poetryin this act i attempt to write ¿poems? i think,
