Heavy neck.
Heavy Heart and head.
And it s funny
I m laughting
Not.
Sarcastic how I am the only ome that can understand you
With whom you can talk about philosophy and psichology.
And yet,and the smalles argument
You tell me I m a child that doesn t know shit.
A bratty princess.
And you tell me again and again
Even if I was your punching bag time amd time again.
This ain t about a genderfluid simp
Or a perticular veronika
Or the old hedgehog
Or even the blue pinkish boy I hurt
Or another person That may be seen or even be important
They are nothing compared to you.
You re all of them and more.
You re the peak of being a simulation
You re a fucking whore.
You wine and cry and even more
And you sit on my bed
Trying to simpatise with me .
..You re even dumber than I tought.
Trying to relate by saying you hate your parents because you didn t had money
Or a good college
Bitch, I hate you because you hit me
And try to manipulate me
And scream and aee me as an object.
Get over yourself bitch.
You re pathetic,and you know why?
Because,like all basic stupid humans that I hate
You think you have value because you have time.
You ain t wine,swettie.
Some humans may learn,some people may get experiemce
Some people get alot cramed in at a young age
Some don t at all
Some are to stupid to even grasp that concept.
And you think you can call me ans ,,teach" me about the bible
(The koran of idiots)
What and hos to treat people.
I used to belike you
I used to put myself higher because of my experience.
I used to have my bar really low because ,,other had it worse"
Not anymore.
And,personally,I m glad you ve cut yourself in my doing.
May your sweet blood evaporate as soon as the ligjt hits the horizont.
Your sweet sweet light.
