You changed.
I spat that as an insult meant to break you,
But all along you were the one breaking me.
I'm done with all your lying,
I'm done with your fake tears,
I'm done with the excuses that came throughout the years,
I'm done with all the drama,
I'm done with all pain,
I'm done with all the times that you messed around my brain,
I'm done with having to compromise,
I'm done with trying to help,
I'm just fucking done with you and your "self-help",
Get out of my house,
Get out of my life,
Get off of the drugs,
Put down the knife,
Pick better men,
Love your mother,
Respect your self,
For there will never be another,
When all of this is said and done,
How much will I want you in my life?
None.
YOU ARE READING
All My Shit Is In A Book
RandomI'm the creator of my own greatest disaster. I write for me a no one else. I want you all safe. Please stick with the awful writing at the start of this collection. I started writing two years ago and have developed a lot.
