Stop Fucking My Mind In The Ass With A Cactus Fuckheaded Fucking Cock Sucking Mother Fucker
I woke up with a headache shaped like every stupid thing you ever said crammed sideways behind my eyes
You’re squatting in my skull
tracking mud through every thought
turning grocery lists into a trial full of lies
Every ping on my phone feels like a ransom note from a future I did not sign for
just more garbage dressed as advice
You toss your drama at my door
then act surprised when I say I’m done being your emotional dumping ground at half price.
You weaponize concern, call it love
then poke every scar till it twitches like a exposed nerve under skin
Tell me who I used to be, what I should forgive
where I should go
like you get to pick which ghosts I let back in
You turn my memories into a sideshow
bend every reflection till I barely recognize the kid who survived all that before
Then you smile and say I’m overreacting when I finally tell you this whole twisted horror show is not mine anymore.
I am not your sandbox, not your soundboard
not your private haunted house to run around in for kicks
I’ve had enough of your guilt trips dressed as guidance and your therapy tone while you swing the sticks
If you need someone’s mind to mess with
go find a mirror
I am done being your favorite broken fix.
Stop fucking my mind in the ass with a cactus
you fuckheaded fucking cock sucking mother fucker
Take your barbed little comments and your backhanded wisdom and shove them back into the dark
you miserable bloodsucker
I have got one brain and it is already full of noise and late night panic
I do not need your spikes in there too
Stop fucking my mind with your cactus hands
I am changing the locks, cutting the cord
and this is my final fuck you.
You show up when I am weakest, late night
low blood sugar, no sleep
scrolling through disasters just to feel less alone
Slide in with nostalgia and sad songs and “remember when” until my boundaries blur like a cheap screen on a prepaid phone
You say you miss who I was before I got “so angry” and “so sensitive” and “so quick to call bullshit out
” But that kid kept swallowing glass to keep the peace
and I am not spitting blood for your comfort now
get the hell out.
You can keep your gaslit highlight reel
your edited past where I never cried or said no or walked away
You want the soft little puppet you can pull off the shelf when you feel lonely
not the person standing here today, Well guess what
this brain is under new management
and you do not get a backstage pass just because you knew me halfway.
Stop fucking my mind in the ass with a cactus
you fuckheaded fucking cock sucking mother fucker
Take your barbed little comments and your backhanded wisdom and shove them back into the dark
you miserable bloodsucker
I have got one brain and it is already full of noise and late night panic
I do not need your spikes in there too
Stop fucking my mind with your cactus hands
I am changing the locks, cutting the cord
and this is my final fuck you.
La la la
I am turning down the volume on your voice Dum dum dum
I am walking out and that is my choice You can rant into the void
write long manifestos
scream my name at empty walls till your throat goes rough and sore
I will be somewhere drinking water, breathing steady
not rehearsing old debates with you anymore.
Stop fucking my mind in the ass with a cactus
you fuckheaded fucking cock sucking mother fucker
I am done being your target practice
your soft skull to pierce whenever your own life starts to sputter
La la la, dum dum dum, hear that rhythm
that is my brain finally slamming the door on you
Stop fucking my mind with your cactus bullshit
I am done, I am free
and you can choke on your own bad stew.
If you ever wonder why it is quiet now when you come swinging with your same old spikes and spin
It is because I finally learned my brain is not your playground
and I am never letting you back in.