They all disappear, once they get their desires filled. Use me up, dry me out, let me dissipate.
Chew me up and spit me out, like the disgusting creature I am.
You know what? No more. No one gets to fucking keep using me like I'm some kind of kindness atm. I'm done.
I'M FUCKING DONE. I'm tired of the, "I'll never leave."
The, "Oh I care!"
Oh yeah, you must care so damn much, to use and discard me. You're a real jokester, you know?
I need no one. No one. You can all rot for what I care. I've reached my breaking point. I hope you all burn in the raging karma.
Oh you think you can abuse me? Laughable. I lost myself long ago. To the egg donor who's supposed to care so much. Telling me how she'll kill herself, slit her wrists, if I leave. All you are is a biohazard. A parasite who feasts on the innocent minds, corrupting them into someone who just gives no fucks anymore. I dare you to try to hurt me more. It just can't be done. I'm already broken shards. A shattered reflection that displays a distorted demon. You made me this.
In a way I'm grateful though. For without you, I never would've broken free from the binding pathetic person I used to be.
So thank you. Thank you for turning me into a monster that resents the world.
