I don’t need them and I sure as hell don’t want them.
They hurt you.
Lie to you.
I hate them.
Never have I ever felt so frustrated about something..someone.
The hurtful part is, this decision was made so easily, it seemed to have no thought whatsoever.
But fuck it, I don’t care.
I’ll use my pen, paper & mind to vent all the ridiculous impulsive sickening thoughts I have of you.
Thoughts of killing you.
In reality, it’s not me speaking, its my self-conscious willing to tear you to sheds.
Who am I really angry at? You or myself?
Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck them. Fuck feelings. I’m heartless.