I want to be punched
Any volunteers?

I made my mother cry
Hurts to see I'll never change

bare minimum
wring me as the towel
that I use to wash
from the oil & the pigment
leave me in the faucet

The medicine works for *******
I've seen it do worse
To my friends in the ward
If you've found your freedom,
*******

I don't believe
In unconditional love
You don't love
Without expectation
Of something in return
Even if that expectation
Is the feeling it gives you
Rather than their feelings for you
I don't believe
That people will love
Selflessly
That is to say
I know I will never be loved
Because I will never be in a state
To offer

Futile
Futile
Shut up
Futile
Futile
Futile

await me
& forget me
this terminal state
this lawful ending
like an archived scrap
waiting to be trashed