do you EVER think about how much you hurt me? how i've spent so much time just unable to focus on what should really matter to me because my mind is full of everything that's happened between us?
i don't think you give a fuck.
they were all right. i need to get away. i need to stand up to you. you've never let me be right because you're scared of swallowing your small bit of existing pride.
it's always been about you being in control, and i'm done. you aren't in charge of me. you're just temporary.
fuck you.
YOU ARE READING
Pained
PoetryBook #3 in the Drained series Love with a darkness within. (Rants included, along with my old collections from journals I've written in the past)
