Hate,
Dispise,
Misery...

All I feel today is a rage inside of me,
I want to kill something and make it suffer,
Take away the tension that was pumped into my head.
Rejection hurts, whether you are the reciever of it,
Or you're the one who does the rejecting.
It never gets easier, and I'm sick of feeling hurt,
Sick of feeling guilty, sick of hearing lies,
Sick of not knowing the truth behind it all.
Bastards;

We're all bastards in our own minds, but we choose to ignore it.
We're all miserable putrid whores, sluts and perverts,
But we act like we're not, like we're special,
Like the world owes us something.

The world owes us nothing.
The people we meet owe us nothing.
The people we hurt, the people we greet, the people we rape...
They owe us nothing, we owe them nothing.

But we are owed something by someone,
The someone who always knows exactly what we are feeling,
The someone who is the reason we hurt, live and die,
It's us...
Ourselves.
We owe ourselves a hell of a lot.

We owe ourselves some self-respect.

Fuck everyone else, fuck their beliefs,
Fuck what you believe in, all your lies that you believe in.
Stop being a whore, and respect yourself.

Be selfish for once;

I think I will...

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