interwoven
yet totally disparate
imparticular
and frustratingly intricate
did you even think before
deciding for another person
where do you get off decrying your worst sin
some might be gracious
but your gift is more than fruitless
the weight of your actions were always mine
and at some point i think you knew it
and you still added more
to this day you still refuse your sentence
guess you had to find some way to live with it
and i will never understand
and i will never hold your hand again
and i dont have it in me to be a friend
not when we were supposed to be family
not when you were supposed to protect us
not when you'd rather excuse than acknowledge
the rot you delivered us into
and the horrors in which we were abandoned
and the pain you turned away with discomfort
and your heinous ability to forget the worst
in an effort to obtain personal salvation
cause **** the kids you brought into this ****** up world
cause it isn't your fault
we hurt, right?
keep telling yourself that
it will never be true
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
interwoven
yet totally disparate
imparticular
and frustratingly intricate
did you even think before
deciding for another person
where do you get off decrying your worst sin
some might be gracious
but your gift is more than fruitless
the weight of your actions were always mine
and at some point i think you knew it
and you still added more
to this day you still refuse your sentence
guess you had to find some way to live with it
and i will never understand
and i will never hold your hand again
and i dont have it in me to be a friend
not when we were supposed to be family
not when you were supposed to protect us
not when you'd rather excuse than acknowledge
the rot you delivered us into
and the horrors in which we were abandoned
and the pain you turned away with discomfort
and your heinous ability to forget the worst
in an effort to obtain personal salvation
cause **** the kids you brought into this ****** up world
cause it isn't your fault
we hurt, right?
keep telling yourself that
it will never be true
like some unorthodox orphan
but really i'm just alone on a big *** rock flying through space
i wonder who i could have been
i used to wish i was adopted and that my real family was coming to get me
because i knew i didn't belong
and now i know i never will
truly
is it not my right
to wish i'd never been born?
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