Days go by, I know days shouldn't go by like they do.
The memories are something I'll never know how to get rid of.
You didn't agree with my writing.
You didn't like my family.
I think you didn't even like me as a person.
You didn't listen to, 'no' 'please' 'why' and those are the most painful memories, that still hurt me to this day.
I don't know if I lead you on, or was it rape?
You never did tell me,
How many more were there? Did they believe you like I did when you said you were a virgin? Do you still say that to girls you hook up with on tinder? Do some of them think that there your girlfriend?
You fucked up my mental state, even after I defended you after one of my somewhat good friends kept telling you to kill yourself. I destroyed my friendship with her to show you I cared about you. I guess it wasn't enough because you still proceeded to fuck up my mental state.
The days go by and this is what I think of. Why am I thinking about your life when I need to focus on mine.
The days will continue to go by.
