I grow to despise all
which bring tears to my eyes
it's happened too many times now
I want nothing but your nonexistence
no happiness or sadness
just nothingness
I want apathy, I want disinterest
I want permanently handicapped empathy
I'll get there eventually
I'm losing faith that there's such
thing as hope, or faith for that matter
it's all drab around here, really
I try to pacify my bitterness
but my bitterness pacifies me
I'm taunted by the irony
I've lost count of the times
I've been made to feel so foolish
I'm getting used to being embarrassed
All you well-to-do women
with whatever is in your head
Keep respectable distance
your energy is better spent
on one who won't slowly with time
unravel at your feet
I can agree there's a lot to
hate about those who you pity
the ones who feel as I do
you see them vulnerable and
you feel in control and powerful
it disgusts you that you had no choice
you'll soon loathe as I do
and your niceness will be tarnished
I'll loathe all even more
I feel no sensations other than
some exhausted discontent
it becomes your true companion
I welcome it all at this point
there's no point to finding a point
maliciousness just exists, I guess
you or I are no exception
I know I'm feeling quite awful
I want to share my suffering
but it's for me and only me
my one and only property
my holy suffering
I'll carry it with me
exclusively
I cannot be one with this world
I won't adhere to what it requires
It shall be forced to my own will,
or I will exile myself willingly
with my suffering,
in pursuit of the only thing
I am truly entitled to
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
I grow to despise all
which bring tears to my eyes
it's happened too many times now
I want nothing but your nonexistence
no happiness or sadness
just nothingness
I want apathy, I want disinterest
I want permanently handicapped empathy
I'll get there eventually
I'm losing faith that there's such
thing as hope, or faith for that matter
it's all drab around here, really
I try to pacify my bitterness
but my bitterness pacifies me
I'm taunted by the irony
I've lost count of the times
I've been made to feel so foolish
I'm getting used to being embarrassed
All you well-to-do women
with whatever is in your head
Keep respectable distance
your energy is better spent
on one who won't slowly with time
unravel at your feet
I can agree there's a lot to
hate about those who you pity
the ones who feel as I do
you see them vulnerable and
you feel in control and powerful
it disgusts you that you had no choice
you'll soon loathe as I do
and your niceness will be tarnished
I'll loathe all even more
I feel no sensations other than
some exhausted discontent
it becomes your true companion
I welcome it all at this point
there's no point to finding a point
maliciousness just exists, I guess
you or I are no exception
I know I'm feeling quite awful
I want to share my suffering
but it's for me and only me
my one and only property
my holy suffering
I'll carry it with me
exclusively
I cannot be one with this world
I won't adhere to what it requires
It shall be forced to my own will,
or I will exile myself willingly
with my suffering,
in pursuit of the only thing
I am truly entitled to
so it goes.
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