5.10.20

I could disappear tomorrow

Pack up all my things

And there would be no sign that I was here

No indication that I lived in this room

Sat in this chair or cried at this desk

No one would notice

No one would care

It wouldn’t impact their life

And that is the sharpest knife

I could fucking die tonight

And you’d go on as if nothing changed

Like I was never here at all

Cause you never cared at all

I gave you every inch of myself

And you were never satisfied

You made me feel 6 inches tall

And as disposable as a newspaper

Here today gone the next

Filled with useless information

That you can’t stomach to read anymore

I don’t know whether to be happy or sad

That my life here is meaningless

Deep down I’ve always known

It should be obvious that Mr Rogers

Is full of shit covered in a cardigan

Existing feels like a crime

That you are punished for from birth

Death a warm welcome to freedom

And that’s what makes it so appealing

That’s why I constantly think about it

Call me morbid

But I see the exit

I know how to get there

You are still a slave

Ignorant of a better option

Your daddy is your master

He can’t look you in the face

Or call you his own flesh and blood

But you know, and he knows

Don’t deluded yourself

He will sell you down the river

The very first chance he gets

Just like anyone else

So they can get ahead

That’s the way it has always worked

Deep down in your guts

You know that it’s true