Several Ways

There are several ways to make you mine. Just like there are several ways to make the hurt die. The severity of which I must disclose. The several ways of which I break bones. This is not an inspirational poem. And it probably doesn't "fit in." This is not about conformity. It doesn't matter if I win. I do this for me and only me. Not for the attention. So if you are reading this: Don't like this poem. These are the days when everything is wrong. So much fighting and many more gone. What do we have to say? What do we do? Not a f@cking thing. Unless there's something in it for you. There are several ways to lead the blind. Just like there are several ways to lose my g0dd@mn mind. The severity of times like these. The several ways of the way I bleed.