Fuck you.

You know how you look inside and see someone there?

You feel something. Something you stand for. Anything.


I look inside and see a little girl crying in a corner.

I feel like I'm dead. Or slowly dying.


What am I meant to do with that?

How am I meant to cope with that?

WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?


Fuck you. Fuck you for making me feel this way.
Fuck you. Fuck you for breaking me.

I never thought I could be broken really.
But you fucking did it.
Congrats, you just shattered a spirit.


Are you happy now?






I can't breathe. And I can see.
I can't feel anything but this.
I'm tearing apart. Ripping, tearing, screaming apart.

And it's killing me.


Are you fucking happy?



I can't believe you.
You are dispicable.
You fucking bitch.



I hate you.



I hate you for making me feel this way.




Fuck you.