Who the fuck do you think you are?
That you can just waltz into my life
And control me.
You're the one who pushed me over the edge.
And you'd do it again in a heartbeat.
And let me fucking tell you.
If it weren't for the fact that you provide for me...
I wouldn't take any of your shit.
Any of it.
I would stab you through the heart, take my things,
And go.
If I tried to make a list
Of all the things that are your fault,
I would reach the depths of the ocean,
And still keep going.
You, sir, a major fucker.
Who made me feel like a fuck-up.
So you have no right to make up-
The rules of my life.
Go take a long walk off a short pier.
Or sit in a corner and rot.
Until we meet again in Hell,
And I can finally slap the snot
Out of you.
Listen to me, father.
I fucking hate you.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
