Genuine Breakdown

ARE YOU NOT FUCKING SATISFIED, DON'T LIE TO ME. I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. I CAN'T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESIRE. DOES THAT ITCH THE LONELY IN YOU? DOES IT MAKE YOU CRY THAT YOU'VE SETTLED FOR SOMETHING LESS THAN WHAT YOU COULD HAVE HAD? YOU LIKED, TOUCHED, AND FUCKED HER AND STILL CLAIM TO LOVE ME.

AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL ME OUT ON THAT ONE TIME I DECIDED TO LET MYSELF BE FREE OF MODESTY. PLEASE DO REMIND ME OF THAT TIME I LET ANOTHER HURT ME, FUCKED WITH ME. REMIND ME OF HOW I GOT MYSELF USED AS IF THAT'S WHAT DEFINES ME.

DON'T GET IT TWISTED. I LOVE YOU, I REALLY DO. AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU THE WORLD, NOTHING LESS. FOR NOW I'M GIVING YOU WHAT'S AT ARM'S REACH, MY ARMS AREN'T THAT LONG BUT I KEEP STRETCHING UNTIL THEY ACHE BUT I STILL SEE DISSATISFACTION IN YOUR EYES.

IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. I BLAME MYSELF. I AM NOT WORTHY OF YOU. NEVER WILL BE. THERE'S A FUCKING WAR INSIDE ME AND IT'S AGAINST MY FUCKING SELF. GOD YOU WOULDN'T EVEN IMAGINE THE TYPE OF VIOLENCE THAT GOES ON WHEN I'M REMINDED OF HIM AND YOU ARE AS WELL.

I FEEL LIKE SPLITTING MY HEAD IN TWO AND DISSECTING THE REMAINS OF HIM IN MY MIND. I FEEL LIKE CUTTING THROUGH MY ARMS IN SEARCH FOR SOME NEW SKIN SO I CAN REMOVE THE PARTS HE'S TOUCHED. ERASE HIS NAME OFF MY THIGH AND RID OF THE BASTARD.

i'm sorry