I am this
I wish I were dead. I wish you were dead too. I wish the world was over, and it was all your fault, and everyone knew it. I wish you were dead, but trapped in your body, feeling yourself decompose. And truly understanding that the external feeling of rotting you had then is what it feels like to be you now. I hope you die every day. I hope that when you go you take the people who love you most too. In a messy accident which is reflected in your understanding of their metaphysical beings. I hope they stick around so they can sit and listen to your judgement and never forgive you, knowing what you did to them and also to me.
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