Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck… Us
Fuck what we call friendship,
Put it in a bag,
Beat it the fuck up,
And it would notice no difference from every other week
You abuse me in ways I can’t explain,
But expect,
And yes,
I let you do it
Knowing I shouldn’t,
But hoping you wouldn’t,
I just know you couldn’t hurt me
-You make me sick
Literally...
Taking...
Pills...
But I don’t expect you to care,
Cause you don’t know
So fuck the silence
Fuck what we don’t say
And fuck how it speaks volumes about how artificial this is
Fuck what you’ve done in the past,
That friends should know about
And,
Fuck me finding out through people you despise…
And those lies being true
Fuck not realizing that I got your back,
Even when it’s pressed against someone else’s sheets
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wow this is deep. :-) just showing some love to your blog.
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