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by Kayla Kay Apr 16, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I wish you were as dirty as your ways. So you could understand how much you disgust me. I wish I could collect all the filth and throw it in your face. Let you taste the bitterness you've filled me with. Allow the tiniest fragments into your lungs. Ensure part of me will never escape you. Because I promise; part of me will never escape you. May I travel your entrails? So I can be as much part of you, as you were of me. Can I live within you? Because it's impossible to not now. I want to be a physical part of you. Even if I'm just the breath on her neck. Maybe one day I'll be the reason you aspirate. Then we can mutualize the fragility of life in your hands. Hate spreads faster than cancer. And there is no diagnosis for karma. I hope you choke.