martyr/murderer

i wasn’t the villain.

but i wasn’t the nurse, either.

this is what happens when survival gets rewritten as selfishness —

and silence gets framed as sainthood.

truth at gunpoint

i wish i ended you

i should have listened to

those who saw through

the parts i thought i knew

too bad i’m a martyr too

because—i—want—to—murder—you

it’s sad and unrealistic

even when you tried to risk it

the day that you went ballistic

a round of applause clap—quick

can’t believe what i’ve witnessed

almost shot straight out of existence

unsure if it’s demons or brilliance

you cried sick, dying in need of assistance

i tried to help with pure intentions

then blamed for my own negligence

though the entirety of evidence

proves many acts of violence

therefore you can expect—yes

prosecuted for a crime-like: felonious

harboring weapons; zero innocence

shows you’re not a victim in this

every sentence denied an illness

fraudulent acts, armed and dangerous

currently detest my existence

what an interesting coincidence

we’re both bleeding with a vengeance

but i’m the one that gets to end this

still feeling a lot a bit murderous

too bad i’m a martyr that’s serious

about wanting to end your existence

i didn't dodge the bullet.

i surved the silence.

im over it

05/11/2025