you want to be a victim? Curl up in a ball? expose yourself as an un loved wounded soul. You want to carve your misery on the walls of the world? let everyone know just how terrible your life is? you want to be a victim, you want to be my victim.
you want your friends to hate me? threaten me and call me names behind my back, you want to act as though you never saw it coming, as though you were just a lonely heart looking for love in all the wrong places. you want to be a victim? with open sores that you tell people all about, and how i pour salt in them and laugh at your pain. You want to play a game where I didn’t care about you. you want me to look like i am cold, and have no heart, like i could rip your limbs and twist your spine, and hate you forever, while you dumbly sit with your finger in the air, repeating in sentence circles how you are just the victim. You want me to really swing low? And hope you die? You want that? I can give you that.
