its like i've been stabbed.
it hurts.
again and again.
it hurts.
the endless pain.
hurts like hell.

i hate you.
you put words into my head
thoughts into my heart
and then you make it hurt.
you make it bleed.

why bother pretending you care enough to patch those wounds
when you caused them now
the old scars dont even bother me anymore.
because they hurt so much
so much that i dont even remember the pain
so much that its almost invisible to me.

you just proved my point
that you're exactly like the rest of them
that your kind are all the same

i dont wish you ill
good luck is really all of i have to say
good luck because you will NEVER find another girl like me
i am special as hell
and better than a whole lotta them bitches out there
so its your loss pimp
i have nothing to say to you.

not now. not ever.


Note ; Certain kinds of people should just DIE