• sometimes…

    by  • July 30, 2017 • Goodbye • 0 Comments

    sometimes i think about them
    you know, where are they now?
    its always when its late that my mind wonders back that far
    remember when we had so much hope?
    so much excitement toward our future?
    today is a gift, thats why they call it the present
    but tomorrow….yeah thats the one i don’t discuss.
    i won’t be here tomorrow, at least not the person you thought i was.
    the little weakling listening to every FUCK|NG thing you said
    like you were the goddam warden of this mental prison.
    you can’t do it anymore
    i won’t let you
    its my FUCKInG turn.
    drug addiction and withdrawal was nothing.
    bulimia, anorexia, anxiety…thats still fucking nothing..
    nothing to you
    it means nothing
    i will never be good enough for you
    this is my final goodbye to the girl you knew.
    fck it, the fake piece of shit that i was.
    i won’t take orders anymore
    you won’t control me
    i control me
    I’m done
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