kill

i always did kill myself

last me died when i couldn’t

and i know this new me is the ultimate price

the old me was 300.000 years old

new old me is 300.000 years ahead

and im not sorry

for not feeling sympathy towards those

for those that love is a band-aid

from a body crying out its lack of love

not sorry anymore i

for not being loveless enough to let you patch me up

right after you break me down

not sorry anymore i

for you breaking down

when i don’t let you break me

im not trying to teach you anymore

what love really is

and i love you no longer

for you being so hateful

for your growling monster to be so hurting

so angry

so

so unloved

despite its despair for your acceptance

yet you don’t

im sorry for not being sorry for not loving you

you don’t know what love is

love is me hating you for not loving

love is me suffering

love is me knowing i’ll despise myself

if i cover myself with the band-aid you’re not using on yourself