What fresh hell is this?
Stop telling me I am unwanted, I heard
you the first time
I will drown, not be subdued by
your addiction
You do not beg or borrow, but steal
and hate
Denying your life makes me trust in
mine no less
I am not broken, stop looking at me
hobbled
I will be subdued, not fed when you
starve
You only observe my silence as a
place for your mouth
I do not belong to you and you do
not get to place me where you believe I do
I am not here to fertilize your
landfill or support its smell
I am not a magical endless nodding
doll
I am not empty, you are talking to
my shadow
I am not motionless, you have left
me
(Consequences come from tearing at
my endurance and will
..Things are ripped apart and fall
out)
I am not lost and bleeding out, I
am tattooing my senses with fresh instincts
I am not lost and found to you, I
am not lost and found by anyone.
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