Grey-Goose Vodka

Rythmatical pain caused by the people who birthed me,

I feel cursed,

I want to burst into tears without the fear of being betrayed,

All the people who aid in me becoming the villain are going to be begging for their life,

I'll trade their existence for the chance to make mine better,

Man-maid pain that I'm stuck with,

All my emotions hit me like a truck,

People being ripped away from me,

I'm unequipped to handle this,

Encryption on my heart,

Cryptographic attacks feeling like a mass collision between my heart and mind,

Grinding hard to stay alive even with cement tied to my feet and thrown in the ocean,

Inclined to care but declined to do so, being thorough with actions,

Even though I'm older I still see my dad drinking grey-goose my least favorite drink.