I just wanted you to like me.
I tried to walk to the ends of the world for you.
You weren't happy.
You told me to jump.
I said how high?
Like the victim you demanded I be.
You were amused
when I cut off my dick,
because it offended you.
You knew you were entitled.
You being you and all.
I can't see you smirking now.
I can't see your evil, ugly, bitter twisted mug.
For that much I'm grateful.
Because, when I realized I was going blind,
I didn't go to the doctor.
He'd probably refuse to treat me. anyway.
You both don't approve of my "type."
Don't you dare rock the boat, you said.
Don't exist, you demanded.
You laughed when I jumped out of the plane.
Grinning madly in your skin covered skull, I suppose.
Because I couldn't see
you kept the real parachute
(Though you still didn't jump).
That'll teach me to be adventurous.