dear god

i hope this letter finds you in good hands.
what are your stupid fucking plans?
because you've just been fucking up my life.
i just want to stab myself with my pocket knife.

are you just fucking with my emotions?
because my life is just a big love commotion.
and my heart feels like it's imploding.
while my entire being is just corroding

i'd rather you just drain me of my feelings.
because i don't believe in any of your healings.
and i'd rather just fucking die in vain.
than to keep experiencing this fucking pain.