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I want people to see the real wounds I have,
Hold their heads and make them watch.
They’re dragging a knife across my stomach,
Each line of blood needs to be seen.
The raw lines society draws are crude,
So fucking ugly and disgusting.
Each laceration just a little deeper.
My heart keeps beating, still just
Out of reach.
Watch. Watch what you’re doing to me.
Instinct is screaming to look away,
But I will not let you turn.
There’s no hiding from your grotesque
Handiwork.
Look me in the eyes before you Gouge them out.
I want you to see every single time
I Flinch.
I want you to hear every single time
I Cry.
I want you to feel every single time
I Tremble.
From the pain that you bring me,
From the pain you’d rather not take credit for,
From the pain I have to endure.
Rip me apart until there’s nothing left,
The only good faggot is a dead one.
I’m worth nothing to you and every time you
Throw a slur
You don’t stick around to see the tears.
Each line of blood needs to be seen,
They’re dragging a knife across my stomach.
Hold their heads and make them watch,
I want people to see the real wounds I have.
