(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.