Consumes me right now
And I can’t help but cry
And
You will sit there
Knowing how I feel
And never
Ever understand
Why
Consumes me right now
And I can’t help but cry
And
You will sit there
Knowing how I feel
And never
Ever understand
Why
Please don’t blame yourself
You are not bad
I want you to know that
From the bottom of my heart to
The deepest part of your soul
You are loved
You make me so sad
What pain is
When you have to deal with someone like you
But I won’t be there
By your side.
Cause you were never really there for me..
Your presence was airways tainted with a hateful evil and cruelty
That I could never and will never understand
You like to break the people who love you
Down
To the fucked up hole
You came from
And your actions and words
Have done enough
This time
You have crossed the line
And I no longer have love for someone who is a predator like you
You have no love in your heart
You just take the good and make the bad
And leave
Like the coward you are
who cares if you can beat someone up
Or who cares how angry you can get
You’re still a fucking coward and a bully
You can’t deal with shit without drugs
Or hurting the ones closest to you
You came in this world alone
And you’ll die alone
And I hope you feel what you made me feel
Cause i did nothing to deserve the level of hate and anger you have thrown at me
My bad for putting up with it for so long.
You don’t deserve love.
You need to be treated like the ugly person you truly are
You need to have someone break your heart the way you love to break mine.
Ahhh but narcissists don’t feel
So I guess you’ll be fine
You should go away
You are the reason this world is a shitty place
Cause you don’t make it any better.
You suck the soul of of people who loved you
And then you think it’s everyone else
You’ll never get past this level.
Cause you have no love to give
You are a loser
And you just lost me for good.
Good riddance you ugly
Hateful little man.
You’re a lost cause
And no one will ever care as much as i did
And you just fucked that up
Years ago
You had light
And you made me believe
In myself
You got me excited about what was possible
With my art
With many different ideas
With life
…
Fast forward to now
And it was all talk
You’re a flake
And a liar in some ways
I wouldn’t have to call you
When I’ve been waiting on you
For years now
To produce something that actually does something and gets somewhere
Regardless
You don’t take this or me seriously
All your talk talk talk
Was nothing more than a bunch of fluff
And frankly I’m better off doing it on my own
Or with someone who actually has the balls
To back it all up.
I’ve had a lot ofpatience for you to get out of your hole you’ve dug drugged yourself in
But your talk talk talk with no follow through
Has made me lose my patience
You’re not who I thought you were
Not anymore anyways.
And now he it is 4:30 pm
Almost time for me to bust my ass off at work
And I got nothing from you
I’m not saying a damn thing anymore
You should know better
But you just act like you don’t
Take a real good look at yourself
How could any person want to work with you when YOU REFUSE TO WORK AT ALL
Go waste someone else’s time getting wasted
You don’t learn
And you don’t see
i put trust in you
Believed your words
While you were just foolin’ me
This time it’s gonna take a lot more than your Bullshit words (that don’t mean much anymore cause you always say a lot of what you never do)
For you to convince me
To trust you
Grow up
Get a job
Get a life.
Stop talking
Unless you mean what you say
But I can’t waste my life away
waiting for you to come around some day
You don’t take what I love seriously
You dint even respect yourself
So don’t be a fake
Be the flake
That you have become
That is who you are now
Young
Inconsiderate
And just plain stupid
I’m spent
I’m tired
I feel like nothing I do
Matters
Or pays off
I try
And love
So much
But it does me no good
And that’s who i am
But it doesn’t matter much
To anyone else.
I wake up
I smile
I go into things
With the right kind of mind
But all I seem to find
Is the same things
That don’t care
About very much if at all about me.
I never felt protected
I never felt safe
And now
I even more alone
I just don’t know what to do
When I try to talk
To you
I just get ignored.
It gets old
And I don’t want to be
The person that it’s okay to just throw away
Anymore
I matter?
Maybe I don’t
I don’t.
Or I wouldn’t be
Here.
Right now
Feeling like who I am
Is not good enough
To love
Or to nurture.
I wish
I meant something more
To you
3am sounds
Of Birds and coyotes
I wish I could speak to them
I wish I could speak to you
Get through to you
But I’m starting to see
That’s never going to happen
I’ll probably make more progress with the birds and coyotes
And him
As he sits next to me on the patio
We listen to music
And talk
Like the coyotes and birds do

I wasted time and care on someone who is blind.
He’ll destroy someone good
Just cause his mind is so distorted
He would rather treat people who are shit better than someone who has been there for him and tried
He’s impossible
He makes it impossible
To be with
to love
To care for
Everything is a test
And he gives very little in return
He’s a pusher
He’s a fake
He builds you up just to break you down and take your soul
He has pushed down
And pushed me away
For the last time
Now I know that he will never change
He can’t
He’s mental.
Not to be trusted at all
I’m not praying
I’m not pleasing
I’m not pushing
I’m not playing
Your games
You like to play
No more
You drink
Till you sink
You drown
Yourself
Down
A bottle or two
And think
In the way
That only thinks about you
You don’t care
To be aware
And you don’t care
To be there
You just want to impair
Your state of mind
To the state of blind
And do whatever you want
Cause you can always say
‘I don’t remember’
The very next day
And that shit gets old
For someone like me
Dealing with someone as old as you
If you only knew
How much shit you put me through
You would never
Play your drinking games again
But I know when
I’ve tried enough
Without you trying at all
Your court
The ball
Your call
You have all night
To make it right
And if you don’t
You won’t have me at all.
You make it impossible
To love you
And still love myself
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