go die

I feel so innocent
so low and insecure
you push me around
and call me your little whore.

My trust is being abused
you manipulate my mind
and lie straight to my face
yet i believe you all the time.

Do you realise how you behave
and how you act so cruelly?
like just yesterday you turned on me
when you took my commet literally.

When I asked how mean you could be
because i wanted to be prepared against you.
I'm sick and tired of dealing with it
the way you act and the things you do.

You constant attitude and malice,
I am so ready for something new.
So tomorrow when you don't find me
understand it is all your fault too.

I doubt you will cry when I leave
so I won't bother saying good-bye.
And once I go it'll be your turn:
go die.