Choke

I hope you choke on your filth.

This is how you made me feel.

This is what happened

 when you forced yourself into my body,

and  my life.

My life is made of bitter moments now

It’s worse than death

I want to crawl inside my skin

And I do, from time to time

 to avoid the pain.

 

Of course, no one cares about my pain

 

What’s important

is to dissect

My lack of faith…

or what I wore

or how many gin and tonics I had

the night before

I’ve lost the only faith I ever had;

My faith in the system,

Or possibly in the deity that’s created it

I’m happy really none of them exists.