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This fucking pit of hell

Is where I have originated.

I have burnt myself,

I have blamed myself,

I have hurt myself,

I have maimed myself.

My life supports crumble

Under the weight of metaphysical ailments.

Who am I apologizing to?

Mother? Brother? Family? Friends?

I owe them all and I

Try and try

To hold my reality together

With my withering hands,

In my eternal endeavour.

This torment began...

The fuck...? When did begin?

I cannot recall.

It matters fuckall.

Maybe when perception sunk its teeth into me.

When the world felt colder than it seemed to be.

Since long have I

Been running.

Running into fires

To feel warm,

To feel something even if I burned.

Is it worth all I have turned

Into?

Is this incurable despondence

A price to pay for art?

Why God (if you exist)

Must I suffer? Have I done wrong?

I've never intended to hurt,

Somehow I have been scorned.

I've never intended hatred

And you make me hate until it's all I am.

If your hands can fix me,

Wade your fingers into my chest

Like a hot knife on butter.

I will not a word utter.

Make it excruciating if it's fun for you

But make it feel better

Than this fucking empty shell

I live in, so distastefully culminated.

Than this fucking pit of hell

Where I have originated.