self-abuse
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the rain pounded heavily last night
drops of water ran slowly down the car windows
matching the silver trails of the tears that wound down my cheeks
rough hands that weren't yours stroked my skin
“Relief is here, no more tears.”
They say as I try to disappear.
I don’t understand why they care
I wish they’d leave me alone instead.
They want me home, they want me safe.
When all I want is to escape.
I was born into a world
Where people judge.
A world where people can't
Really ever be themselves.
And those who are different,
Are prosecuted with no regard.
The trials happen so fast,
I can't keep up.
