• fuck you

    by  • August 29, 2010 • Abuse, Eff Off - You - or Up, Lost Love • 0 Comments

    When I was with you I was scared most of the time. Of you, of the drugs, of who I was turning in to. We fought all the time. You embarrassed me in front of your friends. You kept me from my friends. I was alone and abused.

    No one knows, not really. The day you actually hit me I wanted to die. I thought I loved you.
    I actually thought that.

    Its been six months now. I’m free. I have friends who love me. I’m alive.
    I guess all I want to say is this: fuck you.

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