is coming through my door—
I’ve already closed it.
And all I am is abandoned.
The only truth to me
is hatred, anger, resentment, angst,
and the foreboding sense
of not belonging to this world.
I hate living here.
Sometimes, I wish I’d disappear.
But—
this world, no matter how
careful or calculated,
always seems to have
a plan for me.
I shouldn’t care so much about it—
it’s pointless, anyway.
And I know—
from the bottom of my heart—
whatever I do,
I’m bound for hell.
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