I'm a terrible person,

This poetry has gotten me too high,

I forget my humanity,

How much of what I write is real,

Just a bunch of delusions,

Oh lord, please reduce me to nothing,

I'm fucking tired of living,

Is there any purpose to my writing,

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I'm tired of following the story,

I want to let go of the plot,

I want to respect women,

Believe in equality,

But there could be a reason,

I grew up the way I did,

I could be stained and bloody,

Maybe nothing will cleanse me,

Lord, please save me,

My body, won’t stop burning,

Just living is torment,

I’m not meant to live in this world,

There is too much goodness in this place,

Too much youth, too much innocence,

Yes, a lot of them are idiots,

But they’re still learning,

I can only cling to the hope,

That there is purpose in my life,

That my father watches over me,

Lord, I don’t know how much farther I can go,

My hunger is deep, the evil hiding in me,

Is like the abyss, I’m forced to live with myself,

But I hate who I am, lord, please satiate me,

Or give me mercy, and simply end me.