Fuck you. I am not ok.
I spin round and round in a cesspool of darkness.
I hold my breath but you force me to breathe. And I don’t want to. I feel like I’ll choke on my tears. But you won’t let that happen either. I feel like I am being punished.
I’m supposed to learn something from this? Like what? Pain? How cruel life is? Tell me ! So that it makes sense to me.
There’s a big storm blowing in: they are calling it a” bomb cyclone” . Could I hitchhike on a gust of wind to heaven?