bother
Wish I was too dead to cry.
My self-affliction fades.
Stones to throw at my creator.
Masochists to which I cater.
You don't need to bother; I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther,
But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds.
Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me shit to digest.
I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season.
For this, I gave up trying.
One good turn deserves my dying.
My self-affliction fades.
Stones to throw at my creator.
Masochists to which I cater.
You don't need to bother; I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther,
But once I hold on, I won't let go 'til it bleeds.
Wish I was too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me shit to digest.
I wish I had a reason; my flaws are open season.
For this, I gave up trying.
One good turn deserves my dying.
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