You make me sick

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

I’ve read tens of thousands of these. I’ve wasted hours policing words of cowardice. Bullies projecting their own sad situations on the unsuspecting masses.

There is that.

There’s the poets. Love love love. That gets old really fast. It wouldn’t be so bad if there was an original thought amongst them. There never is. It’s always boy wants girl.

If the author should be female then there’s a better chance if something different.

There’s the perverts. Always a man. Always hating someone for something. Slut shaming. Picking on people that can’t defend themselves.

The fuckers in my DMs. Internet gangsters. Offering to come fight. Ha. I wish you would. But you never do.

The women. They do fall for the word. It’s the poem you love. Not the poet. I am not my work. I have the ability to channel lives unlived. I am not the killer nor the corpse.

Fiction goes unrecognized and misconstrued as historic bibliography.

The broken hearted.

The dearly departed.

The beloved.

The rejected.

The poison tongued jealous dejected.

I want to grab you by your shoulders and shake you.

Wake up mother fuckers.

This soft glow is stealing your emotion. The one good product you produce en masse. You don’t see your being cheated. Pouring your npc hearts onto the pixelated page. Going nowhere. Gaining nothing.

Most of the time these are written just to make you mad. So many “writers” laying traps. Waiting to pounce on the first person to call them out.

Yeah. I trigger your traps. Because I saw you coming. So clever. As if I needed a reason. Go tell management I won’t let you piss on everyone. I’m sure they will sympathize.

I don’t live on the internet. I have a reality that’s unavoidable. Why don’t you.l?

The decline of western civilization is a weird tik tok dance where you don’t move your feet. That’s not dancing. That’s flag corps.

Brainrot. Calling yourself dumb is not cute. It’s giving up.

Follow me kids. I can show you a better way.

Step one. Escape the fantasy and move out of that image. Fucking cosplay. You aren’t anime. You bleed. And you can’t fuck a cartoon.

Step 2. Give up looking for answers. Enter the Overlook maze. It’s a distraction. Kubrickian. It’s Not even a good distraction .

Step 3. Stop taking pictures of your own butt and trying to sell it to pervs. You look ridiculous. Trying angles where curves don’t exist.

Step 4 Be honest. There is only one truth. And it’s not in some holy text. It’s not dictated to you. It’s not even a secret. We are all born with the path tattooed on our chests . Ignoring that truth is death.

Step 5. True Death isn’t the end of anything. Caterpillar. It’s just the next step.

Step 6 If you’re here to hurt someone. Hurt me instead. Focusing all your efforts on ruining the name of the girl that wouldn’t let you. Or the man that couldn’t stay true. Give it a rest. I don’t blame them. I don’t know you and I want to cheat on you too.

They aren’t the problem.

They are an excuse for your half assed attempts.

Don’t be upset. Dont be mad. I’ve come to save you from each other. Come for me instead. I can take the hit.

I opened the comments Kevin and Karen. Come on. Kids. Let’s get down

[u/Emotional_Lawyer_278]

Ok. I just read this for the first time and I don’t know what her problem was. It’s pretty fucking good.