Pretend,
I guess.
Love culminating in feeling used.
Becoming numb,
To cycles of abuse.
No wonder I detest this reality.
Was gaslit so hard,
Prefer to live on my own.
Isolation as hermit,
As if a solution.
Ensuring we never perpetuate –
All we endured.
Quiet prayers,
To Entropy.
Every god is dead.
Every God Is Dead.
