Laundry

My mom came in and said clean my room
I told her the obvious, I'm living in filth
Little did she know I wasn't talkin' 'bout clothes
I was speaking of the guilt and the shame I wear

I wanted out of my head
No more analyzing
Wanted to clear the air
Pain is tantalizing

So what, I'll die alone. Alright.

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Life.
You disgusting entity.
You leave me barren where joy once resided.
You rip me up, tear me apart.
You bring me to my knees.
You scar me beyond comparison,
Yet you don't have the common decency to show me the end of your blade.
You keep me alive to watch me struggle for your own enjoyment.
I'd sooner face death than choose you.
My final destination is greater than your purpose.