Stabbing pain in my head, 

Loss of sight, left eye, 

Going to throw up, 

Likely from my lung. 

Hours ago.

So stressed, the idea of aspirin having fled my consciousness, except when shooting pain arose.

Forgotten now for months on end, as I could barely remember to take it before your lies. 

You remember the aspirin, surely. 

No, you’ve likely rewritten that as well, or never cared enough to note it. 

Maybe it was “gay.” 

The stress, stress that is greatly your fault, a trigger, 

Yes, a passing attack, and no signs of paralysis,

Not that you would care either way, 

But how would I know since I cannot get checked out? 

A likely sign of the coming big one, a foreshadowing, 

So it seems you will get your wish, as I have no means and no will to stop it. 

And when that day comes, sooner or later, I want you to remember, that I blame you, 

For you had the opportunity to admit, to help me, to be the good person you claim to be, to be the better person. I am the better person. 

You choose shit. 

But enjoy my silence when it comes, for then you have no more worries of being discovered for what you are, not because of me, 

Someone else will figure it out, eventually, as you make no efforts to change, just keep letting others to tell you how to live your life. 

You can then be as fake as you wish, and no one the wiser. 

You will never have to think of me again, as you pretend not to now. 

I only hope it takes me whole, doesn’t make me linger, as I do not want to stay.

I hope it does not leave me blind or unable to move, but finishes the job. 

I only wait, but must get my words out, though they are now garbled in my mind.

I do not want to stay. 

The world is mostly ugly, and you are of that part, by choice. 

Your wish … my pleasure.