Gaslighting the greatness away
t hey called me ungrateful for the desire to lose it all selfish to speculate my end even just the thought my eyes, my legs, my ears they must not understand the torture it is to exist I see too much, hear too much, and my legs take me places I wish not to go they'll lie and say I matter to you? for you? to who? questions that are important to ask nothing should be too "taboo" we need to welcome the uncomfortable, the gruesome thoughts are thoughts though we never may take action, the feelings still exist I dreamed I lost it all and I was happy, neutrality at its finest don't suppress, accept, and maybe we can lead to a better future