Do you know who I am?
I only ask because I'm not quite sure anymore.
Screaming out for help.
But it's useless when they can't break down the door.
This isn't goodbye.
Just a friendly 'fuck you too'.
Is it so easy not to care?
'Cause it's something I never learned how to do.
So tired of wanting what I can't have,
Or missing what I did have.
Torn away.
Left out in the dark.
Why you wave your torch at everybody but me.
Left in the cold.
While you're too busy warming anybody you see.
I hate you so damn much.
And I hate me for missing you.
Why can't I just forget you?
Amnesia would do.
If I can't remember any of it,
It can't hurt me any more.
It's not just you.
Not everything's about you.
Why does everybody get to be happy?
Happy's a lie. You're just naive.
If you can read people so well,
Then look inside yourself.
You're so cold and ugly inside.
You made me more happy and more miserable than I ever felt.
Fuck you too.
I can't stand that I think about you.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Been there, done that. Hated every single fucking second of it. A great poem, I really liked it. Wonderful stuff, a brilliant poem from you.
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Been there, done that.
Fuck you is a good way to go.
Don't you just hate it when you say the fuck yous and still the creep is on your mind?
This is a good way to vent.


