This casing, is what I live in.
I am the glue holding the walls up.
and I am the hammer breaking them down.
and possibly, i'll be what pushes me over the edge, or i'll be the thing in which drags me even further down or maybe the thing in which spits in my own face.
but I do not want to be that anymore.
maybe I want to be more,
maybe anything else,
than my own destruction.
maybe possibly im not wrong, maybe possibly I am good enough.
but the thing is I do not care for what you want me to be because you do not matter in this little world in which humanity has discovered.
because your damage is done.
and I will not accept your cruelty any longer.
because dear me,
dear me,
I do not want you any longer.
love,
well me.
so say I am done, so say i continue down this new path,
will you forgive or have you already forgotten?
will you grow or have you already jumped?
or are you simply waiting to hit the ground, and finally crack?
or are you hoping that you can crawl up that wall, one last time?