People have always treated me horribly. I never got to experience being wanted. Only used and abused. I suppose what I want to say is that it’s easier to let go of the things that you never had in the first place.
My friends were never actually my friends, the places I slept were never actually my home, the time I’ve lived for the money I’ve made, never mine. My parents fucked me up, but in a way never having any hope has helped me survive.
I no longer will wait for love, or friends, or a place to exist, or even time to do what I have no energy to do. I will kill myself. I don’t know when. Life doesn’t get to choose for me anymore.
I'll keep going till my flesh falls off my bones. I will be a plague upon the land. Every footstep will be a curse. This world will rot because I have said, “Enough .”
My friends were never actually my friends, the places I slept were never actually my home, the time I’ve lived for the money I’ve made, never mine. My parents fucked me up, but in a way never having any hope has helped me survive.
I no longer will wait for love, or friends, or a place to exist, or even time to do what I have no energy to do. I will kill myself. I don’t know when. Life doesn’t get to choose for me anymore.
I'll keep going till my flesh falls off my bones. I will be a plague upon the land. Every footstep will be a curse. This world will rot because I have said, “Enough .”
