How many times do I need to disappoint you for you to think I'm a loser?
The answer is none,
Because I was already the devil to you.
When you couldn’t handle life anymore,
You knocked me down,
Until I was crying on the floor ready to end it.
You put up a great act around others,
And you only fooled me once,
When I actually believed for a single second
That you actually cared.
Told me I was selfish and worthless
That my actions were stupid.
My scars itch
But I come back stronger.
And one day, I will move out and have kids
I will tell them about a man who thought so highly of himself,
Who always made others feel ashamed.
And that they will never experience the existence of a man like that in my household,
Not because I wont let him in,
But because he will be down in hell where he belongs.
