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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