I’m as cold as the space
between me and those distant suns
we call stars.
I don’t want to live.
You watch me self destruct
and you say nothing.
You revel in it, even.
“You know how to snck d!ck”
as if that’s something to be proud of.
I can tear apart your soul too
but no one wants to talk about that.
I can turn you inside out
and make you look at yourself,
but you don’t want to.
I can’t help myself.
Am I a demon?
Or a witch?
Or something in between?
A fncked up human,
with no reason to live.
My emptiness yawns
like the mouth of a cave.
It consumes everything.
I am a hungry ghost.
Insatiable, invisible, and so lonely,
I want to die.