You’re like an oil spill

on the ocean.

Your purpose was supposed to be useful

but now,

instead

you’ve just killed everything in your path.

 

Everything good,

is now a mess,

and dying.

And you have no easy way

to clean it up.

 

So, instead,

you fix your own break,

you repair yourself.

But the damage is done,

you’ve already left your destruction

on everything you once loved.

 

But you’ll continue to move forward,

continue to destruct others paths,

to hurt others.

(Or even the same ones

as you’ve hurt before)

And you,

will have no regrets from it.

 

For you are only

toxicity.