Leave It
So Today, a ruff day. But I'm looking forward to tonight, It should be good :)
I just want to tell all the people that are talking shit..
to fucking shut the hell up and mind there own business.
Postt <33
I see you all the time, and it's so hard for me to understand how you can really treat me the way you do. You just act like anything that ever happened I should just forget about it. Move on, and act like nothings wrong. Well, I'll tell you something. Something is wrong, and I know when you look at me you see it in my eyes. All I want to do is scream at you. I want to take your heart and rip it into pieces like you do to me every fucking day. I want you to know that everytime i think about you my skin curls and my blood rushes. I just can't stand you. You think that you are the almighty, the untouchable. If I could just tell you how I feel, the words would come out of my mouth like daggers. Because even if I told you that I hated you, and told you that you are the biggest fucking son of a bitch i know..You know that i would be lying. I see it in your eyes, theres more to it. Because there is more to everything. No story has an end, it just opens up new stories that continue on forever.
The thing is, is that I have so many questions that I'd love to ask you, but just can't because when you yell at me I just feel like puking all over you. You really do make me sick, when I think about what you do to me e v e r y single day. The shit that you put me through, and I just take it, Like some sort of fucking animal. You trap your feelings inside, just let them out. Tell me how you really feel, because I know that it's not what you tell me it is. How can you be such an asshole? How can you look at someone that has done nothing but try to make you the happiest man alive and just hate her so much? How can you possibly look me in my dark brown eyes and tell me, that this is who you are, and who you want to be? How can you do it? How can you tell me such bullshit things, and treat me like im not 16. Like I'm not a big girl, and I don't know what this is all really about. Because I know.
Sometimes I lay in bed and listen to the silence. I think of you, and how angry you are. I think of all the mean things you've said to me, the shit that you have put me through. And I just deal. I just take it all in because I know that you dont mean it. I know, deep down inside that if you could, you would take back every thing bad you have ever said to me. And just erase it and start over new. I wish that I could lash out at you, just make your life hell. I wish i could, but see, I wouldn't. Because unlike you, I know how it feels. I really think about it alot. I think about how I watch you sometimes, I watch you and the things that you do, the people that you hurt. I hope that you think about me. I hope that you try to fix things, because you are someone important to me. And I think that your not being honest with yourself. I think that someday, your going to wake up and say "I Wish" and then I'm going to wake up and say...
fuck you.
I see you all the time, and it's so hard for me to understand how you can really treat me the way you do. You just act like anything that ever happened I should just forget about it. Move on, and act like nothings wrong. Well, I'll tell you something. Something is wrong, and I know when you look at me you see it in my eyes. All I want to do is scream at you. I want to take your heart and rip it into pieces like you do to me every fucking day. I want you to know that everytime i think about you my skin curls and my blood rushes. I just can't stand you. You think that you are the almighty, the untouchable. If I could just tell you how I feel, the words would come out of my mouth like daggers. Because even if I told you that I hated you, and told you that you are the biggest fucking son of a bitch i know..You know that i would be lying. I see it in your eyes, theres more to it. Because there is more to everything. No story has an end, it just opens up new stories that continue on forever.
The thing is, is that I have so many questions that I'd love to ask you, but just can't because when you yell at me I just feel like puking all over you. You really do make me sick, when I think about what you do to me e v e r y single day. The shit that you put me through, and I just take it, Like some sort of fucking animal. You trap your feelings inside, just let them out. Tell me how you really feel, because I know that it's not what you tell me it is. How can you be such an asshole? How can you look at someone that has done nothing but try to make you the happiest man alive and just hate her so much? How can you possibly look me in my dark brown eyes and tell me, that this is who you are, and who you want to be? How can you do it? How can you tell me such bullshit things, and treat me like im not 16. Like I'm not a big girl, and I don't know what this is all really about. Because I know.
Sometimes I lay in bed and listen to the silence. I think of you, and how angry you are. I think of all the mean things you've said to me, the shit that you have put me through. And I just deal. I just take it all in because I know that you dont mean it. I know, deep down inside that if you could, you would take back every thing bad you have ever said to me. And just erase it and start over new. I wish that I could lash out at you, just make your life hell. I wish i could, but see, I wouldn't. Because unlike you, I know how it feels. I really think about it alot. I think about how I watch you sometimes, I watch you and the things that you do, the people that you hurt. I hope that you think about me. I hope that you try to fix things, because you are someone important to me. And I think that your not being honest with yourself. I think that someday, your going to wake up and say "I Wish" and then I'm going to wake up and say...
fuck you.