WHY
WHO TOLD YOU THAT THIS WAS OKAY
WHAT MADE YOU THINK I WOULD BE FINE WITH IT
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT STUPID ASS IDEA
YOU FUCKING BETRAY ME
AND GET ANGRY
WHEN FOR A FACT YOU KNOW YOUD REACT THE SAME
IF I DID IT TO YOU
BUT I WOULDNT BECAUSE IM NOT A PIECE OF SHIT
AND I ACTUALLY CARED
I DID MY BEST TO BE A GOOD ENOUGH FRIEND
BUT I GUESS THATS JUST NEVER ENOUGH
IM SO FUCKING ANGRY WHENEVER I THINK OF MEMORIES YOU HAVE A TRACE IN
I TRUSTED YOU WITH EVERYTHING
AND YOU DO THIS TO ME
YOU WERE THERE WHEN HE WAS PUTTING ME THROUGH HELL
REMEMBER THE VOICE MAILS
REMEMBER MY FEAR OF GOING BACK INTO THE SAME CLASSROOM
IM STILL SCARED OF THAT ROOM
IM STILL SICK WHEN I HEAR THAT SONG
I STILL CANT STAND THE NICKNAME HE GAVE ME
HE STILL FUCKING HURTS ME
AND YOU THINK HES GOD
HES A FUCKING WHORE
HES A CHEATER
HES A MANIPULATOR
HES AN ABUSER
HE IS A PIECE OF SHIT
AND I JUST DIDNT WANT YOU TO GET FUCKING HURT
I TRIED TO DEAL WITH IT
BUT BEING NEAR HIM MADE ME WANT TO DIE
IT MADE MY FUCKING BLOOD BOIL
BUT YOU ARE SELFISH AND DIDNT CARE
I HAVE TRIED TO BE THERE FOR YOU THROUGH EVERYTHING
BUT IM ALWAYS LEFT BEHIND BY YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
