To those of you who loved me
Know that I love you
To those of you who hate me
Know that I never hated you!
To those of you who will miss me
Know that I will miss you
To those that are broken hearted
Pleease know that I was too
To those of you who wonder why
Please know that I faught true
To those I was never good enough for
Know I faught until the fight was through
To those who reached out to help me
I'm sorry I couldn't help you
To those of you that I hurt
Please know that I never meant to
My heart just can't hold any more pain
Please know these words are true!

sometimes i just want the **** kicked out of me
i want my arm twisted and pushed as i yell PLEASE STOOPP
i want to hear the crackling of my bones are slowly converted to a sudden percussive snap
i want to hear the tearing of my muscle fibers and see it like ripping apart fine strings of yarn
i want you to kick me until internal bleeding seems like an everyday thing....kinda like saying hi to your neighbor
i want my organs rearranged, my liver can be in the region of my brain and my brain can be used to play keep ups with my foot (like soccer)
i want you to take my face and pulverize it against concrete/brick until its fine bone and then it's just the friction between hard calcium and limestone
and when i plead for MERCYYY PLEEASE i want you to call an accomplice and use their hands to torment me as well
light me with kerosene and matches and watch me burn and my skin blister.....and then i want you to put me out just to give me hope....and then reignite the initial flame
i want you kick me in the ***** so hard they invert into ovaries.
i just want to find peace.
but i don't want you to **** me....i just want to be taught a lesson for my outrageous, provocative actions.
maybe then i will be humble
maybe then i will be pure.

if i die at least all my impurities will die with me or will they live on in the actions of others.
can we ever be pure?