don't you even dare you fucking piece of shit all it ever was about was you. I've stitched along the edge of all four chambers and for the first time let a living breathing human being see the glint of darkness I hold under my tongue I bound your bandages and wrapped your wounds (and didn't even get the slightest of acknowledgment) and repeated the prettiest of sentiments, extracted deep from within, like a fucking mantra, over and fucking over again. The only consolation I received was a clouded mind and bruises and I'm done with all this pathetic shit leave me alone I thought this was over god damn it you got what you wanted