Do I Wanna Publish

Do I wanna publish? Let me think this through... I only wanna publish, if my work means something to you I only wanna publish, if my writing like thunder strikes you with truth And I only wanna publish, if my work ends up being sentimental to you I don't wanna publish, 'cause my writing still causes me tears I don't wanna publish, 'cause inking ose pages are my open heart, thoughts, & fears My writing is like a diary - it tends to set me free They are without a doubt, my emotions and pain that these pages bleed I don't wanna publish, for greed, fame, fortune, riches, virgins, control, or power All my tears, blood, sweat, experiences, hurt, and my life has been super sour I'm brutally blunt and it will trigger - and most people can't handle that My writing can reflect bullying - especially in those years I was unnecessarily fat There's domestic violence, sex, hate, and an extremely naughty sailor's mouth There's writing about my drug use and homelessness - without a f--king couch There's poetry about love, life, suicide, and especially on death There's solitude and sedation, narcotics, and those bad memories I've kept There's poetry about addiction, homosexuality, and a whole bunch on suicide There's a bunch of poems on true murders - where a lot of mine have died My writing is not for the weak, immature, or faint-hearted There's lots of poetry on love - how it ended and when it started A lot of my priceless energy I've spent on my rhymes and my words Utilizing an enormous vocabulary, on nouns, adjectives, and verbs There's short-stories & non-fiction about my witchcraft path And on those pages with colors of ink pens - illicits a hellspawn of wrath There's rage in those pages - trapped in cages There's rape, hurt, blood, wishes, and infinite tears Do I wanna publish my work? Yes; I heard - but my answer right now is I don't know considering there's 15 years of my entire life written in wickedly defensive words...