Let's get one thing straight, I am not for wasted time and wasted breaths and wasted I love yous. If you breathe out those three words to another then don't bring that shit to me, don't say that shit to me, don't make me fall for your shit over and over again. I am tired and I am angry and when I am angry my sense of eloquence and sense of flow vanish and reveal who and what I really am and who and what I really am is not a sad beauty with melancholy in my eyes, who I am is a mad bitch, a sad bitch who cant keep a bitch for the life of me. I'm depressed and emotional and emotionless and you breathe out the words that keep me on edge, you breathe out the words that cause me to take the blade of the sharpener and fucking butcher my skin because in the moment you say those words I believe those words and when you say it to another I believed those words and I believed that I wasn't good enough and I was nothing you broke me. You shattered what I had worked so hard to build, the self esteem I had was gone and the respect I gained for myself was gone because how could I respect myself when I let you fuck over and disrespect me? How could I respect myself when I let you publicly humiliate me? How could I respect myself when I ignored my friends and ignored my well being all for you so now I say bitch fuck you. Fuck the time you took from me, the lips you connected with me the I love you's you stole from me. Fuck the way you called me beautiful and cradled my dog and pretended that you loved being near me even when I bored you, fuck the tears that i've wasted and waste over you as I write this. Fuck the way you asked me for help like I hadn't already tried to help you, like i wasn't the only one that tried to help you. My eloquence is gone and buried along with the happiness that you once brought me for what felt like ions ago. This is my last writing to you and of you, the last message I wish to relay and the last thing I have to say is: bitch fuck you.
