Can I just say ***** you for alwasy leaving me to question things? To wonder what the heck will come of you and me? What in Hell made you think it was okay to treat me like I was just a game a fragile heart created for your play?
***** you for leaving me blaming myself ***** you for leaving me to worsen my own health.
And I know it's unfair for me to blame you. You were young too and I know you didn't know what on earth to do about the days that my heart was soaking more in black than blue.
But I think that it was you that handed me the dye. You brought back the hate and allowed me paint the black abyss in which I sunk deeper with all your lies.
And you try to come back just when I've creawled out like a slap to the face, a silent shout into the void, the abyss, a vaccuum muting all noise.
And thank goodness for that. the silence because you can't take back all of your lies and I can't take any more of your bull
I looked back on some poems I wrote about you... all I have left to say today is ***** you.