FREUDIAN

woes of the wretched

i wish you'd become nothing.

i want you to disintegrate from my hands like paper in water. like sand from the slits in my hands. i need you to disappear.

every footstep you make comes with a shadow. haunting all those around you, and you can't care enough to set it free.

you want, so you take. you forced my mother into a love she did not want or need, your name brings tears to her heart and mind

why can't you ever fall silent? must you exist so loudly?

when can we give satan his most prized package back?

woe is me, you say, words falling from your mouth like old time. when can you drift from my fingertips, and into oblivion?

must you be immortal?

your hands. they come like swords to whoever they encounter. whoever your eyes fall upon.

i hope you feel your last day everytime your eyes lift open. i hope your body overflows with unbearable pain.

i hope the one above has no mercy towards you.

because even that will never be enough.

part eight,
woes of the wretched.

this is the most personal one yet dmekekek god im crying while i type great