every rosebush has its thorns

fuck you.

5/3/16
you keep claiming you care about me, that is your lie, what you spin to our friends.

in public you say i love you too many times to count. in private you crush me into the dirt.

you really love me? if you loved me you wouldn't hurt me like this.

i'm not even a human being to you.

i should leave, i can't leave, you sick egotistical bastard, you've trapped me.

it seems your goal is to ruin me. is that true? because if so, i hope you know i'm not letting you win

i will rip myself apart before i let you do that for me.
i will destroy myself, you don't get that pleasure.

i am the victor, i hold my golden crown of bloody misery.
fuck you, i win.