conversations with myself
when I’m left
with the mess
of twisted / tangled
discard
I hate this
I wish you hated it too
so much that you would just
be here
but that is not the way it is
ever.
god…
I’m sad
I’m fucking sad
that this is how it is
what kind of god wants to see people suffer over and over and over and over again? it’s never ending
the punishment doesn’t fit the crime. – the non existent crime.
living
ha
what kind of people want to see others hurt?
a sadistic god
creating sadistic people
I want off your fucking crazy train
coo coo ca Choo Choo
know who the real enemy is
or do “BIG” men like to piss on little trees
cause they have small dicks
I don’t fucking know
and I don’t fucking care
I’ve had enough
it seems stupid
and pointless
to keep on going and going in a world-
in a life
that is suffering
no.
you win
skin loves fever 