The dullness of it all
God! I want it to fucking explode and disappear
but it wont
the negativity of my mother
her mental state
her fucked up brain
that leaves me fucked up
so fucked up I can\'t even begin to tell you
that I can\'t even turn my head
I wont
The imperfection doesn\'t disturb me
just how everything is twisted
beyond recognition
nothing is half way through
nothing touches the sky
so am I full of self pity?
No I am full of pure fucking pity
over the fact that bad luck seems
to have struck me from the beginning of my life
I seem to exist on the terms of wrong
It all makes me want to scream
because my life is a big nasty sea of puke
that smells
the dullness of it all
how everything is so fucking twisted

I wont touch it
I just wont
I wont
I refuse