is it really that difficult

just to believe, or

can insecurity f***

me over every time?

now this pen writes mechanically;

I am indifferent

to these words

that spill like blood

from fresh wounds.

I really cared

but that wasn’t enough.

well FUCK OFF and die

as they say.

because if feeling

means pain

then I don’t want any part.

all I can say:

I hope you regret

I pray it consumes you

I wish you would learn to crawl

and when you do

I hope your knees bleed.