so i’m quitting… let me justify
every single day that i was there…
i wished i were somewhere else
every single time i woke up…
i wished i were dreaming still
that was the darkest, most depressing time of my life
when everyday i felt i was about to die,
strapped on a chair, pissing on myself, trying so hard to pretend that i like it, oh how i like it!
i slept, i woke up, died all over again…
someday hoping that it will all end, and oh how i’d like it!
maybe at that time i was infected by an incurable strain of masochism, loving the pain but never having enough, begging for more, thanking the gods for the "gift" and cursing them after…
but no more…no more…
