You know I know I’m a terrible person,
Right universe?
You don’t have to have the masses hammer it into me
They just say the terrible things I already said about myself out loud
Sometimes I think the only thing that could make up for this life is a good, quiet, death
But usually I think I deserve to have something terrible happen to me
I never know whether my constant worry that someone is going to harm me
Is actual worry
Or my awareness that I deserve it
If this were a Hell like the Hell in Lucifer
I wonder what I’d have to do to learn any better?
Am I actually some kind of clay?
Do you have to pulverise me?
It would be nice to have some kind of map
So I didn’t have to hate myself so much
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