You know nothing

What you see is what you get

Even if you don’t see me

have you ever thought

For just a moment

perhaps that the evil is in you

And you allow it to trick your thoughts

And distort your mind?

You failed

You gave up

the Bitch before me messed you up so bad

I didn’t even have a chance

Just because you had ten years alone

after her

Doesn’t mean anything other than

You had ten years to let that shit fester inside you

You didn’t deal with it

You avoided it

You blamed everything on someone else

Cause you can’t see yourself

your self is a false self

Your ego is keeping you down

What you say

How powerful you think you are

Your need to control

Your lack of compassion or heart

is a mental illness

Years of abuse

Has made you who you are today

And it’s sad

I’m sad cause you never gave a damn about me.

All you did was test me and my love

with the intent to destroy it from the beginning

You have no care about how I feel

You only ever cared about yourself.

You took my love and treated it like trash.

I’m not like you

You can try to tell me I am

But I’m not

you’re dead inside


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