Dragging me through your constructed torment.
**** yourselves I was never for it.
You’re all ******* despicable so here’s to being ****** into your petty charade.
What’s left of the plot? It’s clear I’m nothing but your lifeless puppet.
Want all the credit?
Why don’t you stop being **** people and stop dictating my life.
Yeah I guess I can’t write poetry when you fill me with nothing but spite.
So here’s to you, you ******* belligerent serpents.
Here’s to finding out that life was never worth it.

Spoke too soon, I guess I’m always wrong.
What’s the point of thinking anything good about others if they’re the ones who are always proving you wrong.
So I guess I’m just a ploy in their never ending charade.
It doesn’t matter if you’re weak, if they decide to ruin your life it’s their way or no way.
So **** everyone I’ve ever encountered.
I guess you’re all the reason why I’m nothing but a bipolar downer.
But you’re all infected parasitic waste.
So here’s to hoping I can dodge the rest of your petty ******* games.

I don’t know where I’m headed but I’m tired of this view.
It’s like I’m surrounded by mostly enemies and the truth always stays misconstrued.
Why is my life some code to decipher?
If only I could dodge the thieves and the liars.
So as I hope things don’t once again become dire while trying not to think about my time that I’m worried might expire,
I’ll hope that there’s not too much that I’ll require to get out of this mess and regain the feelings I held dear when life was more or less clear.
I guess it doesn’t hurt anymore that no one is near.

Maybe life has its twists and turns, but it shouldn’t have anything to do with anyone’s self worth.
Life should be less conniving and you shouldn’t leave people in the dirt.
If you’ve suffered at all you wouldn’t want to make anyone hurt.
So as I try to see that not everyone has deceitful eyes, and maybe not everyone is wearing a disguise.
Maybe there will be a brighter shade in view, because I’m getting so worn from these murky hues.
Maybe not everyone will stop their lies, but in hopes that they do I’ll keep my eyes set on the sky.

I don’t understand this chaotic web.
It’s nothing but lies and sins and I’m left hanging by a thread.
Why am I in the middle of this petty crossfire?
What do you people even do when things get dire?
As I witness the hate it feels like there’s no escape.
All of my life is a petty charade.
What’s the point of feeding on the weak?
All for your selfish wants for your “evil” and greed.
How many peoples lives will you all tear apart at the seams, until any of you realize it’s just a form of slavery?

As I fantasize about your skin being ripped to shreds, starting with nailing you to the floor until I get to your head.
I’d slowly torch your flesh until the blisters peel off. Thanks for being the worst and making me someone I’m not.
There is no amount of torture that would ever suffice, for ripping apart my life at the seams. The only just thing is you peoples demise. I want to tear out your insides while keeping you alive. Just to show you what suffering is like. So here’s to the fake life that you used to get to where you are. And all the fakes that made me think nothing was ever wrong. So as I slit open your skin and saw off your limbs, I’ll just hope you’re all dead before your next victim ends up with nothing of theirs within.

There is no amount of suffering any of you could endure, for dragging me through life while wanting nothing but the worst.
How long have you had senseless hate in your eyes?
My existence is petty slavery always leading to my demise.
If I could make you all rot and consecutively burn, for as long as you’ve all desecrated my life and any self worth.
I’d do it without hesitation for every hour, minute and second you’ve strung me along as your puppet like witness.
All I can see is petty lies stemming from hate.
But there was never any real reason until you all filled my eyes up with the very same hate.