Why do we continue?
Don’t you care to see?
Probably not, because it has to do with me.
Unless its your own flesh, laugh, or concern,
You don’t give a shit
And it all goes to shit
And that’s pretty shitty, don’t you think?
After all these years of being molded, shaped, and lied to,
I have problems with anger, hatred, and anxiety because of you.
Fuck your morals, fuck society.
You preach “love each other” and hate my generation unless we agree with your “sobriety”.
Fuck what you say,
Because you don’t care anyway.
So watch me cut, and puke, and ache.
While another piece of my soul, you continue to take.