I am a thing to Hate,
A body to Rape.
I have shallow Dreams,
And bloodless Veins.
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This is the shocking truth about ourselves we don't like to talk about. I hear this poem, feel this poem, bleed this poem. well done!
Indeed we are the greatest enemy of ourselves. But no one should live in loneliness.
a lot of people are this way.remem ber it is only this way. which means, there is a way to change. i mean there is a way to the other way....make oneself lovely to oneself and others.