Hey you, Yes you,
You're a fucking asshole.
You said me: "you're beautiful. I'm in love with you, I like your eyes, I live for your smile." Bullshit. You don't like my smile, you're a stupid motherfucking boy, too complicated, too dark inside to be understood from normal people, so you need somebody who can read your soul. And you choose me. Why me?
Why do you let me go inside you? Why do you reveal lots of things about you, just with me?
And your bitch, she can ho to hell.
I hate you and all your bitches, the ones you had, and the ones you have now.
Are you screaming, don't you?
'Cause you feel a pain near your heart, but you don't know what is it.
I know it. It's just that you love me, but you don't want to admit it to yourself.
'Cause you're too scared. You're frightened. But why? You can't hurt me worse than you did!
Oh fuck, asshole, you know me like you know yourself. You know what I like, what I don't like, who I am, who I want to be, who I'll never be. You know my humor, and you can change it. You know it too well. You can't keep pretending you don't feel a fuck!
You can't scream on my face and go away, 'cause YOU GIVE A FUCK.
You give a fuck, and you have to say this to yourself.
You care if I cry, you're scared, because you know my fucking situation and you would like to help me, but you don't want to hurt me. But damn! I've been already hurt! You can't destroy me the way I do. Please, I just need love.
I'm sick. Sick because of you.
And you can help me, make me feel good, feel happy, feel alive.
I'm tired to survive.
But you're just a fucking asshole who likes playing with my fragile heart.
God damn it.
I forgive everything you do.
But you have to love me.
I'm dying.
Please.
Save me.
Now.
