i think im plastic cutlery

is it because i don't constantly cry out for help that my feelings dont matter, or that my actions don't matter, or my efforts don't need thanking because i'm always there. always disposable always at your disposition to fill in where you lack without deserving any compensation. just a simple thank you? how are you doing? are you sure? thats so cool. just because you cant see i'm fragile or i don't rub it in your face i can be plastic? and all i can do is sit here and glower. only in thousands of years will you see the impact of my practicality, my disposability. in a thousand years i will be your rock, your coral, your sand and sky. i'll be in your blood, poison you slowly as you wonder where you went wrong. 'how could we have known?' you're pathetic and selfish and i hate you. all sitting there like all your plans wouldn't be rushed and falling apart without my aid. i'll be your pet then i'll be your pet then i'll be your fucking pet and i'll kill it like i'll kill you like i'll kill myself from inside out. fuck you and fuck all the days i spent melting to mould you all, ignoring my own fumes and dyes and suffocating in my own waste. fuck you and your sloppy descisions and your stupid gloating faces. fuck you "i'm literally fine lol." fuck your stupid fucking water and i hope you starve and fail from your own incompetence.

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