I bite my pillow at night,
soaked in sweat and saliva,
sheets stained with blood and piss,
still intoxicated,
malfunctioned fucked up machinery.
Peel off my ears,
rake out my eyes,
burn my skin,
force bleach down my throat,
strangle me with rope,
end this imbalance.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
