I, Me, Mine & not you: a freeflow freewriting exercise

Self-abuse because I can't speak my I, me and mines that belong to me. I'm supposed to be free. Pensive calls, family claws -I am not mine I am my people. I can't do for me i'm never free, I lost sight so wide confused. Am I ever in the circle right? She'll never love me because I'm true. I'm sick of losing to the group and by that all but to myself the hell of choice my freedom found my feet encased in the cement filled ground. Lost to drown. Wear all my yesterdays as a frown. Guilty conscience I owe you so much for finding me lost and sad slut. Tape my mouth cut my vein sleep till black can rein. It's thte best choice you'll ever make for me. Kill the beast then we'll feast. It was so confused it turned and rolled its eyes in to its open skull. It's blood so wet. Its time to meat. I'm looking round for an open seat. I'm numb the air I'm numb the sun. cold metal gun in all that's fun. So shoulder tense and ranging eyes both hands poised to swat the flesh flies. Rubbing alcohol, tin can cut my gender i'm not your man. My slave wears me around my wrist -no you've got it backwards its me who's missed. One-ing against a wood planked floor splinters inject I ask for more. Wooden life I am not well. Upstanding youth I cannot tell. Still lost inside my paper bag. Pin me timeless phermaldahyde. Torture of an endless day. Books and page scream you FACE. Your pretty face it wore you well now give way to time -your hell. Worn handles of an instrument they still play so our souls can lament. And pressing now is all the debt, not financial, and still not yet, -- payed at once.