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East side of the river My body is buried with no filters Holding life in my palms Pain scrolled on my arms Writers blocked Chained down and locked Walk me to the alter, where souls come to die I'm a burden, to my blood and friends I'm killing you all I don't deserve friendships or to be alive I lay in my bed still Crying, remembering the beatings and guilt I wanted to kill them all That would've been my gift Creeping through the night One by one, throats slit I'll hold in my rage Forgetting and washing memories away To coexist with these humans Erasing everything to my name I've craved revenge My conscience and morals get in my way Why can't I murder them Covered in their blood as I slay 9/14/24