why would you create me if you knew i'd end up this way? why would you let me walk this earth if every step i took burned the ground beneath me? why would you let me breathe if every breath i let out did nothing but pollute the air around me? why would you let me walk among humans when you knew i was meant to be a monster? why would you let me speak if every letter i said was poison to someone else? why would you give me fingers if all i ever used them for is shooting? why would you give me a heart if you knew i'd act like it never existed?
— father, why the fuck am i here?
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Thơ cayou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
