At least I could fight it,

I yelled this out loud last time no one was around
And to give you some frame of reference

You pull ******* from your *** to make it easier to convince yourself And others that what you did was ok

And I don’t know if I’m more disappointed in you or the fact that no
One has the moral backbone to tell you that you just **** yourself

It’s not like we can’t smell you

I’m across a crowded room and I can feel my heart crack with each step you take
And I’m not sure if it’s worse when those steps lead away or come near and stay

It’s not easy for me to allow myself to step off the track of apathy I’ve disguised as rationality, but O my god does my blood boil and time freeze whenever you come around physically or mentally.

I really don’t have anything more to say although I wish I did,
But you’d probably twist it around and around. So thank you for the anxiety, it gives me a cold reality check every time I nearly die,

But it seems no one accepts checks anymore, it makes me feel outdated, like hate in a pacifist,
I don’t do anything.

So, similar to a grain of sand in the ocean I barely can hear it scratch the bottom of my throat.

I wish I had cancer.