So you made me this way

With your ways

Traumatised me and broke me

Isolated me and made my body fail

And now you want me to

Think clearly

And

Be patient

So I have no one to talk to because I’m one giant ball of trauma

That seems fair

And you say work through it and overcome it

But you’re just going to keep doing things to set me back to square one every time

Aren’t you?

So tell me,

What’s the point?

That I’m better than you?

Because I wouldn’t put people through the things you do

Universe

God

Whatever you are

And the whole point seems to be save yourself dammit

But if that’s it, and I’m destined to be alone forever?

Then you seem to be enjoying too much putting my soul through hell to be anything good

Because if you know everything then you know my soul craves interaction

And you’ve damned me to solitude

I hope I really do deserve it

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