Obsessive Compulsive

You’re dirty…
Wash your life,
Wash your filthy hands,
Until they’re dry and bleeding.

Let the blood,
Scrape away,
The tradition,
Of this cleansing.

Let the blood,
Alert a new awareness,
Of purity,
And innocence.

Wash your unhealthy mind,
Wash away your soul,
Until your blood,
Runs clear of…
Everything but pain.
You’re dirty.

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This poem is about
obsessive compulsive
disorder, and about
the way it causes us
to do things that are
strange and unhealthy


blood, pain, dry, innocent, obsession, soap, cleanse, horrible, unhealthy, obsessive

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