do your worst
I’m a disaster to my own life, ready to just fucking die.
I don’t deserve death, it’s too permanent. Endless torture is more like it.
Slash, burn, mutilate my flesh. Keep me alive so I can feel the regret.
I can’t forgive myself, the hate grows intensely. Guilt isn’t enough, my own conscious against me.
I’m not looking for pity, I want to be hated. To get what I deserve, punished and unforgiven.
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