Why?
Life seems fine, like everything is right
and somehow you manage to fuck it up
like always.
Never underestimate the power of your own stupidity,
self destruction
destruction to others.
I pray for death on the daily now,
ever since I betrayed his trust.
I ask Him every day why He chose me of all people to keep around.
"Why?" I ask
"Why?"
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