it’s not a *******. & her. & her. & all the other girls you decided to spend the night with instead of a sober one with me. it’s just simply a *******. because when i was the one to hold it down for you it couldn’t be reciprocated with your nonreligious morals that call you to be an average teenage boy portrayed in society.

you will never see the worth of a female. until one treats you the same way you did to me.

the lust inside of your body rages of addiction. forcing the potential love your mother raised you to show to the world to be rotten deep inside of your wasted body.

so this is my finger & i point it out to you.