Oh you pathetic thing,
you nasty being
with your venomous lies,
your twisted and bent truths,
Every word was a knife,
piercing the heart and soul which was mine,
the weight of the love that was not there,
still rests on my shoulders,
crushing me with every step,
You miserable swine
you are past the point of forgivness,
maybe it is because
I learned to walk on my own two feet
learned to breath with my own lungs,
see with my own eyes,
and speak with my own words
should i ever look back and your there,
your time is unrefundable