I guess I’ll tend to my own troubles and you can tend to yours don’t talk to me about feelings I don’t want to talk about my feelings I want to scream and shout about my feelings I want to roll them all up into one vicious ball and ram it down your throat so you can scream about it too we could scream our skeletons loose we could scream ourselves empty we could scream until we are free
your sympathy offends me I’ll have none of that I’m pinned up on a meat hook but I’ll suffer no pity from acquiescent sheep I’d
rather play the devil than earn a
place in heaven I’d like to burn it
down and erase it from my heart I’ve been tyrannised with love for more than long enough I’m
not asking for forgiveness I’m just
not ready yet I don’t want to be blessed if I must be content
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