'Member when, 
I was happy?    

No.                                           


                                         Fuck. You. 
I never thought, I would even slightly GESTURE those words 

In your direction. 

Now, I can't throw them at you hard enough.
Fast enough. 
Painful enough.  

I want them to sting. No. Bite. NO! Utterly torture you to the near point of death and then stop, let you become rested, but still sore. Then, make them bite, sting, cut, carve, and inject pure hatred, of what we had, into you. 


I want you to feel, what I feel. 

Because, this pain isn't just emotional anymore.
It's physical, mental.

It's inside of me and it comes out. In pure, horrific, shrieks and screams or insanity-induced pain.                                                            


                                          Fuck. You. 


'Member when, 

You didn't lie? 

When you didn't decieve.

When you "loved me"?


No. Yes?

THIS is what you do.

Uncertainty. I don't know anything anymore about anyone because


You lied.



                                                         Fuck. You.