Venting Growing Book of Suicidal Poems

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and you look at me
and you tell me
you hate how i can't help but be proud of my pain.
and you tell me
you hate listening to how i feel.

i want to hit you
but instead, i plant a seed
again,

i want to say
that i'm proud of what i've been through
but instead, i bite my tongue for you
again,

and compound my feelings.
again.

when each planted seed has grown tall
i eat their fruits
and my stomach begins to ulcer as they digest.
when each planted seed has grown tall
i look at their flowers
and see my own face.

in a way
isn't it all i have?
isn't it all i am?

maybe you should ask yourself
why you chose to love a husk.
maybe you should dare
to love a human being.