i hope you die

i hope you die
they say i shouldn’t wish an ill fate on anyone
they dare say if i’m violent, i’m just like you
my guilt should arise before ever questioning yours
maybe i'm mentally ill, or it must be the drugs
moreover, that’ll make me a hypocrite, they say
cause isn’t that just death penalty, right?
but boy, i’m so tired
their perfect performances are all cold lies
and no matter my heart, they only see my words
becoming an immoral piece of shit in their eyes
really, i should forgive you
really, i should even be the one to take your hand
and walk you the path of bettering yourself
of deconstruction
yet, you know, it would really do me great service
if you could hurry up and die