I think that you lied. A two faced *****. That tried so hard to **** me over. You never cared. And you wouldn't know if I was dead. You wouldn't care if I was. See the thing is.. You're gonna get burned to the core. And you told me to be good to myself because you didn't know what else to say. I think you're pathetic. And you must be living some game. I deserve way better than you'll ever give me. And that is something I know.
Not a poem. But speaks truth. I'm so sick of you lying to yourself.