Why do I want

What doesn’t want me

What doesn’t care about about taking care

There is no care in this stupid world

Only selfish people

Who don’t give any of themselves

In any way that doesn’t serve them

Yet they expect and take all from others

You want control

I want out

Of waking up

Every fucking day

Surrounded by assholes

And selfish fucks

That fuck up my head and my heart

Cause I actually have a head and a heart

This is where

I draw the line

I got too much good

To let a world where I cannot be myself

Ruin me

I’d rather ruin me

Before they do.

Kick rocks

I wish the best for the world

But take a real good look at the works abs where it’s going

Take a real good look at the people

Take a real good look at yourself

Yeah… No thanks

One day I realized that this isn’t going to change.

It’s only getting worse

And i was right.

I’m not going to suffer just cause you ask me to

My selfishness isn’t soul stripping or heartbreaking like living is for me now

In a few years it won’t even matter. Life goes on. People only care about what they can never get back once it’s gone and they can never get it back .

I’ll make my own heaven the way I want

But it ain’t gonna be here

This here is hell

So long

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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