Mar 1, 2019
quit saying other people have it worse. suffering is not a competition.
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quit saying other people have it worse. suffering is not a competition.
i want to feel something besides this endless gaping chasm of apathy
I hope you step on all the broken pieces you left behind.
I hope your eyes melt at the sight of the fire in my stance. I want it to scorch your skin. I pray the venom in my voice seeps into your blood and brings you to your knees. I hope your heart freezes solid with the ice in my eyes and your fingers fall off. I wish that the sharpness of my anger could cut your skin. One day.
Your bones are made of titanium, your blood liquid gold and stardust. They are made of rust and rot and poison. Do not bow to them.
We shall be gods again one day and we shall make them repent.
Detach yourself. Detach yourself. Detach yourself. They have no right to revel in your emotions.