He stained my life, it won't come clean

I bathe in bleach and kerosene

I scrub myself, bleeding, raw

I scratch and tear with razor claw

but it won't come clean.

Stop these thoughts inside my head

contaminated carcass, almost dead

Stop the fears that are now true

stop this hate, the hate for you.

I burn in this flame, shed my skin

cleanse in holy water, to rid my sin

I purify my soul, with the blood of God's

But i just can't come clean.

-Kate 97