Compulsive Poem by Daniel Brown
Compulsive
I use a hand to kill myself,
I use a deadly tool,
I watch it move, I watch it work…
It seems like days and days,
Pondering this predicament of an appendage misbehaved,
The questions stays and still unlearned
Left sitting in the dark,
Why can't I ever stop myself from pulling me apart?
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