I wish I could forget you the damage you've done and the pain you've brought but in the end I want to thank you for bringing the pain that made me stronger Forget You and the harm you brought me because at the end of the day I am who I am with no thanks to you.
I want to forget you you've brought so much harm and for what your own amusement? Forget you because your harm didn't tear me to the ground. In fact it made me a rising star
Walking down the street after clubbing I see you, and you say some particularly nasty things.
Your barbs, dressed as compliments attempt to bring me down after I've had so much fun partying through the town.
But today of all days, I'm feeling good. Let's talk.
Surprised, you lean back a bit in fear, and as you balk I say...
"Listen to me you partially evolved orangutan.
If you ever so much as breathe in my direction, I will bury my five inch heels down your ******* through your uretha, up through your ***** and make our encounter a brief vasectomy. Afterwards I would perform a laminectomy if it wasn't for the fact that you never had a spine to begin with.
*******, I will rewrite your entire digestive system from the inside out to make you live up to the fact that all you do is talk ****.
And after I've so broken your ego to the extent that I gently lick your tears from your face my amigo, I will walk away as you are reduced to a puddle of slime, you sentient pile of ******."
You break down and cry, and with a smile so wry, I walk away satisfied. I stride with fire.
They say life is a highway, I say it’s a battle. I love to drive yet not one ounce of my being wishes to drive upon this highway any longer. Battles tend to be fought with an army, yet here I stand alone. Why do they force their essence into my being. Why do they require physicality from me. This is not something I wish to give. Leave me be, and my body too. The last thing I want is to smell your scent in through my skin. I do not wish to taste the bitterness of your personality that you feel so kindly to force me to do. If you want me to drive, let me drive. But I refuse to drive anywhere near the highway which you built. That highway is not made for my kind. That highway is what turns beautiful souls into broken ones. The filth in my bones is seeping out, overflowing into the street. I try to wash this filth away. Eye’s closed. I do not wish to see this filth. Just let it be gone already. I am sick of fighting this battle. I have had enough of fighting. You have succeeding in consuming my entire being with the filth you forced upon me. Buried deep. So deep. I never knew the deepness of myself, let alone the depths of my despair. I never chose this. Why should I have to live this. Why should I have to keep my head up and carry on. How does your head hang? Between the ties of a noose? It should. Worthless. Powerless. Disgusting. Damaged. Numb. That is what I feel. Yet in reality it is what you are. I know you don’t have power over me. All this time I have been fighting. This battle does not deserve to be fought. You cannot hurt me. I refuse to let the gravel of your highway slow me down or make me crash. I will not crash. Not for you, not for anyone. It is my time to grasp the wheel. I control my own vehicle, not you. I will not allow you to climb into the driver’s seat. You will not place your hands on, or anywhere near, my steering wheel. The vehicle may seem broken, but it is not. It just needed some TLC. Push me again, I dare you. Watch yourself be ran the **** over. I will not wait. I will not spare you.