I fell pretty hard. You gave me a sturdy rope. But now it's unsubstantial.
I climbed it. But halfway through I felt something wrong.
It doesn't feel safe and secure, it's wobbly, it isn't as robust as it seemed to be.
But can I lie to you and myself? No. What's there to lie anyway?
Honesty is the best policy? Bullshit.
Don't break promises? Bullshit.
Everything is just as bullshitting as it is.
You pulled me up again. And what are you gonna do next?
I'm expecting a super hard kick. And just leave me there.
Hey, instead, why don't you take a fucking knife. And stab it right here. Right at the heart.
Then you twist it. Twist it again and again.
It doesn't matter anyway. I can't feel anything for now.
Please. Spare me. Why are you still doing this?