Shoot me. Stop being a god damn pussy and
fucking pull the trigger already because the suspense of
when you’re going to fucking kill me is eating me
alive like a god damn monster.
I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking
breathe and it feels so fucking good. I’m clawing at
my throat because I can’t eat a single breath of
air in my pathetic, dying lungs. It’s fucking
orgasmic, if you’re into sick shit like that.
Stop wasting time trying to save me. Stop looking at
me in the god damn face and telling me that
people actually give a flying fuck about me because
you and I both know that’s a fucking lie. The only
thing people love more than lying to my god damn
face is stabbing me 100 times in the fucking stomach,
laughing while I bleed out all over the fucking floor.
Fuck me right? Fuck me and my worthless fucking existence right?
The joke’s on me and I just sit here not realizing I’m the fucking joke.
I’m the worthless piece of
shit everyone sneers at, the loser that
everyone loves to shit on,
the dog shit of a person everyone
loves to hate. At least they do it to my face.
How fucking considerate. How fucking considerate.
Do you ever feel like your life is one pathetic joke,
one after another until you can’t tell which way is up
or down, who’s laughing at you or with you, then
you realize you’re not fucking laughing.
Do you ever sit in the corner rocking back and
forth, with this fucking twisted grin glued to your
face because the only thing you want to do
more than anything is to jump off the fucking roof
and see how it’ll feel to fly to your god damn death?
The feeling of your skull cracking on the cold
cement, because you realized you’re a failure
like everyone knew you were?
Do you ever have to tie yourself down because
you have this fucking urge to claw your eyes out until
your face is bleeding all over the fucking carpet?
Do you ever feel like your life is worthless, because you
know deep down you’re worthless, because you know deep
down it’s true and everyone knows it, and everyone laughs
at you because you know you’re better off dead?
Asking for a friend.