(Aright before anyone reads this please know that this is not about anyone at all, as much as I would love to try to explain where my insperation comes from it would take too long to do so. But what I can say is that my writing just goes in whatever direction it goes.)
You played a game with my heart, and lost.
I gave everything over to you, and you just tossed it off to the side and left it.
What is the feeling that is lying at the pit of my stomach?
This rage that is building up inside of me…eating me from within
Casting out my morals and beliefs
Rotting the heart that was once soft, and could just see nothing but good.
There is an odor coming from me that is sickening.
A gaze in my eyes that could pierce the heart of the weak…and remove it with just one blow to the chest.
What has happened to me?
What did you do…to me?
I laugh at love and curse anyone that has fallen for its lies.
Wish death upon your soul and curse the ground that you walk on.
Everything you touch I hope to god that it crumbles and fall.
I fu*king hate you, and there is no other way around it.
From the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your feet.
There is absolutely nothing that I love, like, or feel okay about.
I wish nothing good comes your way,
I hope that you wake up one day and feel the pain that you had left me with.
When I tell you that I hate you I mean that with every bit of essence of my being.
You took everything from me.
You stole my kindness and pawned it off to some trick that was nowhere closed to being on my level.
You claimed that you wanted real but you’re a** went for artificial.
You claimed that you were serious but yourplayed me like a sucka.
You claimed that you were grown but your sorry a** was nothin but a child.
And now you got the audacity to tell me that you do not know what my fu*king problem is.
Well guess what…
You are go’n to learn today.
You see each day I get up; I put on a happy face.
Me letting you see me broken and torn is something I cannot let you see.
Every day, every struggle, every brick that I walk past has your name written on it in bold letters.
Telling me to pick it up and bust this trick up side their head with it.
And leave…without saying one da*n word.
I am real about my sh*t
Rotten to the fu*king bone, this unit on my face is the real deal.
Fu*king with me will have you’re a** gone somewhere.
You may have won the war but I promise you that I will make sure that I win the battle.