Ecstatic

I want you to know
I am happy for you
I wish nothing more
Than that you stay the same

It is easier to be not wise
To know things that are lies
I hope you are happy
Locked within your own blindness

It is easier to be great
To be and imitate
I hope you are happy
To never give me any kindness

Why do you do this to me?
What is it I have done to you? And
Do you know that what you can't see
Always brings me to the end?

I hope you cry
You should whine
You ought to wail
While I'm still here

I'm still here as a reminder
Of all the pain you gave to me
I hope you are happy
My dear pain giver

Do you still want to destroy my tender heart until it shatters?
I hope when I give out my rage and pain you scream.
You know I'm broken and am an array of jagged matter.

That you can see it... My rage is what you see,
That you can feel my pain, which is an endless sea...
That you can taste my anger that echoes into eternity.
That you can live it... My scars that are buried deep in me.
That you can know the burden that you will forever be.

And that you scream when you are plagued with it.
Do you still want to open this deep wound of mine?
You have no right to show me contempt.

I thought you should know
That I pity you
I want nothing more
Than for you to be the same

I leave you to your lies
To let another one cry
I hope you will be happy
Still left in your blindness

I leave you to think you're wonderful
To let you hurt others
I hope you will be happy
Finding out no one will again trust you

When you do this to me
When I have done nothing to you. And
You will never see
You bring yourself to your own end

I won't fade
In your mind I'll stay
I'll scar your mind
Till it won't be the same

I'm still here as a reminder
Of all the pain you gave to me
I hope you are happy
My dear pain giver

Do you still want to condemn me since I am not like you?
I hope when I give out my rage and pain you scream.
The cry will never amount to what I've gone through.

That you can see it... My rage is what you see,
That you can feel my pain, which is an endless sea...
That you can taste my anger that echoes into eternity.
That you can live it... My scars that are buried deep in me.
That you can know the burden that you will forever be.

And that you scream when you are plagued with it.
Do you still want to make cry this heart of mine?
I hope you are happy with the crimes you commit.



I recall writing this when I was in sixth to seventh grade. It was either summer or winter break and I typed it up on my mom's laptop.