This, this is might hurt you.
This might makes you sick.
This might makes you mad.
So read wisely and think before you say something to me.
I have this weight on my chest that I want to let go.
I've been mad over this past week.
Why? Because I felt like I've been used
And that's makes me sick.
I mean like, it is actually fine if you want to use me. That means I'm still useful to people I love.
But at least fucking respect me.
You can't just use me to fulfill whatever you need and then just gone. I feel like a whore.
And that makes me sick.
What? You don't like what I've done to you. Here's for you cupcake. Day in and day out I am dying to makes you happy, for a reason that we both know. And how dare you to do that to me.
Am I tired? Of course I am.
Truth to be told, I would prefer you said to me about what's going on. That would be so much better.
A relationship with a secret is a time bomb.
When there is no clarity, both will drowned in insanity.
Well, I can't change what was happened.
Like your friend said, I should back up.
And no, I won't back up a lil'.
I will back up for good.
Maybe your life will be better without me.
Thank you for your time, and yes you could have a "chat" about me again. Like your friend just told me.
I won't give a fuck.
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