Cutting my wounds open

Cataclysmic catastrophe (explicit)

I'm not habitual to this level of game
Where the villain returns and is now a saint
I see a bunch of people brunching on my tombstone
A delightful feast, dinner tablecloth
Recalling those elementary school days and those classic cheap jokes

Even if I was a prey, I was brave
Brave enough to let it all go
Kept in mind that evil comes back at evil, only a retired evil would know
Quoting an apology in a letter but not quoting facts
Fifty percent self victimization and the rest is Samiksha kissing your ass
I fought a war where my first instinct was defence when it should've been an attack
Where they handed me just a bow
And stole all the arrows and aimed all of them at me in a single row

So now the idea of revenge will linger all over my mind
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike
Second chances are given once, never twice
Where these motherfuckers mercilessly unalive the innocence of a kid
I wouldn't have survived any of it
If my mother didn't raise me thick-skinned
And Atulya, you had to make me feel the way you did

So kill yourself Atulya and this time it won't bother me
Bring out the wounded knuckle pics where you bleed
That just proves the unauthenticity of that letter you wrote about "apology"
But it's fine now, I'm back to a cataclysmic catastrophe

It was a Gotham City circus
You returned after three years without a purpose
And thought you'd be backed by the authorities
Higher than the law, I have Anvita next to me
Will you be able to fight this cataclysmic catastrophe?

You're wondering why I'm bringing Anvita here, wasn't she the one who ruined your teenage?
And worse than Ananya who put blunt blames
You should be thankful that I invited you to my birthday and chained my impulse in a prison
And my mother was generous enough to not serve you poison
Because she thinks you're an angel
Only if she knew how you made me feel after I returned from my grandmother's death
Cremation, the worst thing that ever happened
These days a fucktard tries to recreate 8th grade
I'll get him out of school one day
The last time my former bully Kanishk
Got offended because I called him a prick
I swear to god, all my elementary school nemesis were snowflakes
Only if their mother raised them the way mine did
I've always been thick-skinned

I'm crossing my limits and this time I'm going way too far
I think Marsh would hate you too
I'm sorry if that was harsh
You're synonymous with betrayal
And those actions were fatal
That shot me in plain sight and no one heard
I was sprinting like a wounded leopard
They took me to Arkham
And there where death is about to come
Thank god I was firm and alloyed
To get demolished by you and your bitchass boys
"Fuck you Atulya ", I scream in my top-pitched voice
You tried to tape down my mouth so no one hear those screams
What about it when I'm cataclysmic catastrophe

You're out and I saw your mother cry
I felt sorry cause I'm still rooted in empathy
But one thing about me is that I'm a cataclysmic catastrophe
While the winter froze my blood
And revenge balanced it with the heat
This is a reply to the letter that you wrote when I turned seventeen
It's not a cataclysmic catastrophe but a fourteen-year-old me

written by vikshar varma (on 27th october 2023)