oct~2025

i need to know if you even care for me.
i come crawling, dirt in my nails and blood 
dripping from my mouth.
i ask for forgiveness even though my soul is not wrong
but you make me beg.
i drag my knees: heavy, across the hardwood floors.
you could care less with your rings and your ego
filling you up too much.
you can't seem to find the edge.
you sit high with a puffed chest.
like lizards listen to you or men respect you. 
but here, where we cry and scream...
you still ask me, "what's your name"
    and now i know you haven't listened to a single
fucking word i've said over 

thousands of years. 

and how am i supposed to feel?

when all i see is fear.