its never going to happen
im never going to get my sense of justice
the things i dream of
the work i’ve put it now for nothing
all things scattered
im left wondering
why do i move forward?
why do i bother to wake up in the morning
when theres others out there who take pleasure in my failure?
what the fuck did i do to you except show you who i am?
give you support? make you look like the genius
some even knew in the background that you weren’t the one doing the work
but you were taking all the credit
im not ready to die