It's all just been one big blur since the mistake of my birth and I won't let my presence be a burden on anyone anymore.
I'm sorry you worry
Im sorry that I'm me.
I don't feel like it's fair
Every ****** hand
Every sour apple that's been given to me. I thought there was a light at the end of every tunnel.
But lately I've been thinking.

If there's a god than he's always wrong, there's no father, son and there's no Holy Spirit
There's no good graces and there's no reward for the righteous.
I've had friends die, seen parents cry. Mine left and I felt dead and took care of myself from age fourteen. I've been laughed at felt betrayals stab. cheated on and crawled back.