My heart is caged within these barriers.
I made where no one can reach it
Buried beneath. Stubbornness wreathed in silence
captive to everything I refuse to feel
it does not beat softly now claws its way though each day
leaving echos on every thing I touch
Some nights I'm certain the darkness has won
than morning finds me
And someone beneath the ache
my heart moves again
small and stubborn towards the light
do you ever stop for a second
and feel any guilt for the shit you pull?
Does it make you fucking feel good
to play with people‘s hearts to use them
like they’re fucking disposable
just so you can get whatever the hell you want
do you ever look in the mirror and see
what a piece of fucking shit you really are
or do you just close your eyes and fucking pretend you’re a saint
while leaving destruction in your way
How the fuck do you live with yourselves
knowing you’ve destroyed trust shattered hearts,
and walked away like it’s no big deal.
Do you get a fucking thrill out of being such a selfish gutless fucking pile of shit?
Is it fun for you?
Do you feel powerful or maybe you’re so
fucking pathetic breaking someone
else is the only way you can feel better
about your miserable fucking empty life.
Do you get off on watching someone else breakdown
because of your bullshit
But here’s the thing every time you think you won
every heart you break every person you use
it’s all piling up and one day that shit‘s gonna come back for you
karma is keeping score and when it comes back around,
You’re gonna choke on the veRy fucking bullshit. You’ve been putting out
Use the poem it mite hit home
loosened screws all in his dome
faking friends to feel secure
all alone the fakest tear
play so hard he played himself
drink for days start losing health
Felt my love they licked the feeling
Only reason started healing
They don't love they fake a vibe
Secret hate is how they thrive
Cut it off cause that ain't me
This is fax the Realest tea
Could go on ain't worth my time
polished storys every line ...
Slick with that gaslighting, bullshit, twisting everything around to make it my fucking fault like I'm the problem fuck you, you lied, manipulated. And made me question my own fucking reality. While you sat there, playing the victim like the cowardly, 2 face piece of shit, you are you turned every conversation into a mind? Game convincing me. I was overreacting that I was the crazy one. While you were the one fucking everything up. You're a manipulative asshole who can't take responsibility for shit? So you pin all your fucking bullshit on me. Every problem, every fight it was somehow my fault right. Like I didn't do enough, say enough or love enough fuck off. You're nothing but a spineless guilt, tripping little bitch, who thrives on making people feel small to hide how fucking pathetic you really are. Fuck you for making me doubt myself. Fuck you for turning every argument into a guilt trick. Fuck you for making makes me feel like I was crazy. Fucked you for always acting like the fucking innocent victim. Well guess what? It wasn't me. It was always fucking you. You're a lying manipulative, narcissistic asshole. I hope karma fucks you harder than you've ever fucked over anyone else. Enjoy the miserable, lonely life you've built for yourself. You've fucking earned it. goof