All my so-called friends,
All my so-called family
I love what it’s boiled down to
I love the knife you’ve embedded in my spine
And the broken promises laid out before me.
I love the feeling of my heart imploding,
As I realize what a fucked up world this can be.
I only regret not knowing what you
All thought sooner
Maybe if I’d been smarter, I’d saw the signs
Of being an tag-on,
Ireful annoyance you’ve all seen me as.
I know how terrible my methods of
Affection can be,
How horrible of me to want to love you.
How inconvenient it must have been
To have burden care for her shouldering.
How neglectful of me.
I’d change if I knew how,
But because I don’t,
The only suitable thing to do