Sticked

I used to have a hand…
An arm that I could call my own
But easy wasnt for me
So I thought short and soft
And said “fukkit damn”
Smoked a blunt and knew
I was gonna be that one bloke
Who could be called badass
I rolled up my sleeves
So that I could feel the wet breeze
On my scarred white skin
Not a hint of happiness to be found
On my dead flesh clompers
So I brought up the needle
And poked and stabbed for hours
It really didn’t hurt much though
And when it was finished
I had something that was me
Dirty twisted and wrongly bled
I pulled down my sleeves
And decided that was that
And went on doing what I could
To make sure it was shown
That my body was now my own

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