I've caught myself wondering quite often lately, if there's something wrong with me..
"there must be" i keep hearing this repeat over and over. its the only explanation:
for why when i try to be there for you, you disappear the moment i need someone to confide in.
for why when i try to be honest with you, you in turn lash out at me
if you had fangs, venom, claws, or powerful jaws I'm sure I'd be at their mercy
there must have been something i've done to you, for you to be so... unscathed by the pain you cause
for why i must find out from an acquaintance that you're spreading trash about me behind my back.
this wasn't just the first time, you've ignored my calls, my texts, told all my secrets, but pretended that it was all fine
but you must have a reason for not wanting to explain this all to me
for deleting my contacts and demanding I DO NOT TALK TO HIM....
oh right, because you're a
crazyfuckingdruggedupphsycoticbipolarfuckingmessofatrashymotherfuckinghomewreckingcrackedoutbitch.
its not me its you, you're just flushing anything good you've ever had down the fucking toilet and sitting watching as the fucking water spins in the bowl because your too fucking high to realize you've just hit rock fucking bottom cunt.
to: BRH
from: EMM xox
