Just a poem I wrote inspired by past abuse, and emotional pain.
TW: Abuse, swearing, mental illness.
I'm insane, it's a fuel that burns slowly.
Like a villain that torments my every thought.
Take me from the pile of maniacs.
Tell me I'm a unique one.
Cold hands degraded shaking like a bitch.
Gala of inept, you whisper that.
Pluck me up from the pit of the tawdry and deranged.
Tell me I'm the gold-mine you've been looking for.
Use my blood to work your way up.
My raging anguish is the x on your checks.
Distract me with velvet touches.
Tell me I'm your favorite fucking screw-loose.
Vile gasoline ignites your craving.
Shamelessly earning off my suffering, viciously nauseating.
Feathering bruises along my skin.
Tell me I'm your property.
So frozen with malaise you take my air.
Refuse to let me breathe.