I cannot anymore.
I've gone on long enough.
I'm unable to see other people without despising their existence for simply being younger than me, looking better than me, having skills that I do not.
I need to be better, I have to be better why am I not better I am better I am greater I'm am better I need to be better I need to be something, anything.
I'm tired of acting actong acting everyday smiling smiling every day every day every day Its the same the same routine the same everyday I'm sick of it and you are too.
I wish to stop
Stop this all
Set an end to this
I'm a very tired person
I am useless
Will you take me
Will you embrace me
Will you keep me as a pet?
Maybe I'll be able to Humor you that way, atleast a little
I'll be a good dog I promise
I'll Bark and roll over, I'll do anything
Will you accept me
Will you give me a reason even if the reason is just to satisfy you?
I wish to be useful, but I do not wish to think.
Keep me as a pet and make me do tricks then at least I'd have some minor worth. Because you'd accept me then, you'd stay with me, you'd be with me you wouldn't leave you wouldn't leave me dogs make mistakes but you wouldn't leave me.
You can slap or punch me or hurt me any way you'd like
Just don't leave me
Don't leave me please
I'll be good I promise I'll be good ill do anything don't leave
Don't leave me ill Bark well I promise
Accept me please accept me please stay here with me
I'll rot here with you for the rest of time I'll stay with you so stay with me don't leave don't ever leave.
Be with me just like I'll be with you.
Ahhh how romantic
Let's both be beautifully ruined beyond redemption ahhhhh
I wish for the fleeting light which I'll be able to look upon during my last seconds on this disgusting ground before my soul is captured by the otherworldly.
I wish to cut and bleed, I wish to bleed and see, I wish to see and forget, I wish to forget and feel reliefed.
Slowly but surely, pressing the blade on my skin and pulling it, fast, deep.
The red would be beautiful.
The salty liquid would work wonders.
But I am not allowed to.
If I was your pet would you allow me?
Recently I've encountered the issue of waking up every day and being painfully aware of it.
How does it feel to wake up every day
How does it feel knowing you'll wake up every single day in your life till you finally die
How does it feel to be so painfully aware that you exist, every day.
You think I'm dumb?
You think I don't notice the changes in your behavior?
I notice
I notice everything
Reveal yourself to me
Indulge in me
Open your mind to me
Let me see your filthiest thoughts
I will embrace them and accept them
Indulge in me, trust me, believe me, love me
And I will stay with you, just how you'll stay with me
Don't turn away from me
Don't leave me, don't loose your trust in me
I see how you're trying to get away from me, how dare you, how dare you try to, if you wish to get away from me, tell me earlier, so I can cut you out of my mind in time before you leave an impression you insolent fool, you wish to be remembered but I will not remember you, I will forget your face and your voice, your touch and your personality, the only thing that will remain is my burning hatred for you.
How dare you only come to me for problems, how dare you use me, how dare you indulge in me, how dare you love me.
What did you expect?
We are both doomed.
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The myth of 'me'
PoetryI wish to rip my skin off. Have you ever thought about taking someone else's skin and wearing it as if it's yours? Have you ever thought about taking someone else's identity, just to see how it might be? I am awfully curious. This is nothing more th...
