grow the fuck up

i hope you're very satisfied with yourself.

i hope that every stab you've taken at me,
every bit of my life you've dissected,
every single time you've spoke my name,
all the things you've said in vain,
everything you've stolen and all the betrayals,
for insulting my intelligence,
every line you've crossed, and all the words that emptied
from your pitiful, gawking mouth;
and every friend you've manipulated,

it'll all come back at you. ten fucking fold.

this is for the insecurity,
this is for taking advantage of me,
this is for making a mockery of what i tried to do for you,
this is for making a fool out of me and an ass out of yourself,
this is for everything i wanted in everything we had,
and this is for twisting the knife in my back.

yesterday feels like a fresh wound,
i promise it's just a flesh wound.

this is my reply for all the shit you've put me through:


i hope you choke and crash your car, tear-catcher.
i hope you're face is unrecognizable.
and when i leave this sorry town behind,
i'll be leaving the worst mistake of my life.

fuck you.