Fake!
Face!
Fire!
Liar!
Bone!
Horn!
Rope!
Hope!
No happiness!!

Bound in knots of trauma and false visions,
The ones I love drift far,
The ones I hate breathe down my neck.

The suicides abandoned me and died first.
The suicides abandoned me and died first.

Talk won’t reach the hypocrites,
They drag me into their circle,
so they can dodge their own truth.

Don’t call it care —
it’s just fear in disguise.

Listen...

I write poems.
Nietzsche was only a poet.
Philosophers just dissect life,
like doctors picking apart a corpse.

In the end, the mirror stares back —
and it’s only me.

“Übermensch,”
the counselor sighs,
hands raised in surrender.
The doctor runs trials,
but medicine can’t cure life.

Ha ha ha

"The suicides abandoned me and died first. "
"The suicides abandoned me and died first. "

"I committed suicide once."

"But medicine can’t cure life."