Split heart

Nobody wants to hear your cries, nobody will listen. Yet you scream for help as if anyone would ever want to put you out of your misery, quit wasting your breath. Your broken soul is your own fault, everything you’ve done has led up to this. To your pathetic downfall…

But you already were at the bottom, yet you started digging down. You have reached the bottom and still felt the need to be even more worthless. Nobody wants to stand you, nobody wants to help you. They just do it out of pity, and even then you think you are loved. I am jealous, I wish I could lie to myself as much as you do to yourself. Your friends will abandon you and your lies will be seen for what they are;

Pathetic attempts to have something of your own. But you aren’t a creator, you are a worthless sack of flesh. A destroyer of all that is worth something. The value of your existence is negative, so please. Leave us alone, spare us the ‘pleasure’ of your company.