everyone here is either broken, or waiting in neat single-file lines to be broken.I wish I had the courage.the courage to scream.to vomit.to weep. to emit some semblance of an emotion for every single spatter of innocent blood spilled upon the altars of depair, of hopelessness,of lonlieness.because they wanted there to be more to this life than
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where's your fucking rage?
sorry I couldn't resist
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they curl, cramped and clumsy, gripping
this pen like a deadwood perch yet
this bird, caged, has no song
how i yearn to loosen my grip
pitch it aside and to bruised knees let
fall this futile persuit, bare these
starving claws like daggers, and with them
scratch meaning deep into dry earth
and then sobbing, slash and scrawl-
scrape hieroglyphics into granite
with bleeding fingers i would paint
tears streaming, i would paint a future
with my blood and my hands
I would paint a future my heart can never speak of
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