My new friend tells me good things.
My new friend reaches out and tries to pull me up.
My new friend is nice.
My new friend is mature.
My new friend wants to help.
But,
It doesn't matter.
Buddha and the saints can eat shit.
The stoics too.
I don't need new eyes.
Keep them
And
Shove them deep where the sun doesn't shine.
Every creature gets a middle finger.
Every helping hand gets swatted.
Every consoling mouth gets their teeth kicked in.
It's not too late but it feels like it.
I see no future.
My heart pumps poison.
My ears hear hate.
My mouth speaks ill.
The world can burn with me in it.
