this world is cruel
and relentless and doesn't
care whether you're emotionally
Stable or not

Humans grow into bitterness
And regret like there's is a
Predisposed mould of nostalgia
Waiting for us all at 65

I don't want that.

I want you to resent growing up and I want you to resent becoming mature.

there are only beasts in the form of emotions that wait for you there,

emotions so tampered and recycled

that they have convinced
the world that god
doesn't exist
and that
hearts made of concrete are
better than hearts
made of unforgiving love

they only want to lie to you
because they don't want you to feel