(41) Ranting III.XV.MMXXI @ 1:27AM

As a kid.
I was abused.
Molested.
Raped.

My entire childhood gone.
My innocence taken from me.
The only way to forget;
Was to get drunk & high.

They ask me why I’m violent.
They ask why I’m like this.
They ask and ask.
I’m here living & not answering.

I hate my life.
I hate being alive.
Without my weed.
I would’ve taken my life in ‘03.

I’m so sick of this circle of lies.
Pretending not to have problems.
Pretending to care about other’s.
In reality, nobody gives a flying fuck.

Let alone, do I give a single fuck.
The difference with me is, I won’t repeat it.
I’ve been hurt and that’s all there is to it.
I still carry that anger, but that’s my problem.

Everything comes back around.
I wish all of them luck in the end.
Some might get away with what they’ve done.
The rest will suffer an endearing torture like pain.