Say it

You all think it; I'm a fuck up,
I know I am. I know my faults.
There are so many, point them out.
How could I have known
how much of a horrible human being I was going to be?
This disease within me is eating at my senses,
And yet, you add to the misfortune,
The catacombs of my failure have never lied,
I have nothing to gain and nothing to hide.
You disagree with my existence and my liberty.
Your devastation rings in your voice.
I embrace my distinct stench and deal with it.
I will never wake up from this horrid nightmare...
Say what you think of me,
Hold me down and spit in my face,
Once it's out in the open, you can't judge me,
You can rape my reputation and scrape the life away!
I will only grow stronger for it,
And your intent will be no less than malice.
The crimes of my forfeited existence,
they speak of retribution and regret,
take me away from this monotonous tribulation
and splinter my ego into negative dread,
And then force yourself to justify my suicide.