Thanks For Nothing... I'Ll Go On Suffering.. Poem by Rayan ahhh

Thanks for nothing I’ll go on suffering.. I’m only here to be ignored.. I couldn’t say I want it this way… I wouldn’t place the blame or sow the seed of disbelief.. but when the building collapses and the fingerprint matches.. I won’t be there to sing your praise, argue your innocence or put you beneath a reasonable doubt… you’ll hold the burden when you read this letter… I’m through with trying to make this better.. the last days of my life shouldn’t be spent in strife.. my existence is worse than the living dead.. I gave you chances to change your ways.. I don’t know what I thought or am looking for.. so take these words and spin them around.. I still don’t know what you think you have found.. this isn’t a eulogy this isn’t a sermon.. it’s just letting you know these days are coming… this isn’t alright this isn’t ok.. this isn’t how I imagined I’d spend each day.. my body’s exhausted and my brains been starving for oxygen that my lungs cannot provide it.. living here has robbed me of logic.. my pain wants to be drained down my arm as the cool air moves in to clot it.. It must be nice to not be sane.. a break from caring that you can’t stop it.. you’re mentally able but emotionally inadequate… your sympathy is less than that of drug addict that’s been raped and ravaged.. your sadistic tendencies make you believe whole-heartedly that I was the one who asked for this.. I want to know how it feels to be so sure of non-existent memories..