Dear Mum,
you never listened, and that was okay. i listened to myself though.
would this be me listening to myself or am i just doing it to relieve
the pain that i always felt? and you never bothered to notice
I’m tempted to do bad things when burdened. Wouldn't it be best to
eliminate a bad thing, to crush a pest as soon as your eye falls upon it?
It’s tough to be a bug, so tough that I want to bring sweet annihilation
to myself by myself.
would it really be a bad thing to walk down a checkered hallway
into a checkered bathroom and open a glass medicine cabinet…
consistency is natural, right?
bargain my soul with satan's nymphs- you'd enjoy that.
to indulge in someone else's pain.
he doesn't do shit for you, mom. then again, i won't be able to either
because i won’t be here just like you weren't. it was never bad to kill off a bad thing
forever but never always,
your little angel