*rubber Stamps And Barcodes Poem by Christopher's Dead

You can’t hide
Everybody has their scars to bear.
You can’t deny
Everybody hurts, just don’t know where.
Forces inside
Push my skin up against these walls.
So inclined
To be the angel of despair.

Into this
Breath control
Holding on
To nothing

Be abused,
Facing all the systems of up and down.
Fall into
A memory buried under the ground,
And pursue
The never-ending chase for false content.
I am used
For justifying hate that you have found.

Into your
Death Reborn
Holding on
To nothing

We give up our thoughts.
I relish the taste of
Blood on my lips.
I close my eyes
And dream up a life
Where we cannot hurt
Ourselves, and I know
That no one should
Feel like this.