not a poem

to the ruler of the universe and all the things that mind cannot fathom, if second life really did exist please i dont wanna meet these people ever again. although, somehow, im still grateful to things they've given me, it cannot top the awful feelings they made me feel. ‎ ‎i wouldn't be surprise if one of these kids tie a rope in their own neck or put a poison in their own food, for i myself cannot escape the very idea of it. ‎ ‎please, dont let me meet them or better be, dont even put consciousness in me — let me exist in the void — and so these kids. ‎ ‎a mother should never make you feel that way. you shouldn't even know that feeling in the first place. ‎ ‎I FUCKING HATE IT HERE.