I want to run from myself
Exit my body, fly from this place
Slap myself in the face, spit on my soul
Kick and stomp my ensufferable body
I want to scream at myself
Make myself bleed

Was told it sounded Stabbing Westward-ish. I wrote it at a very, very pissed off time in my life... on the 2nd of this month in fact. I stand by the feelings of this poem, it's the only way I'm allowed to hate on myself says an elder of mine. So I embrace this poem with my heart and soul as fractured as they might be.