I think it's about time
That we're done for.
I think that you have caused enough pain and trauma
For me to be scarred for life.
Was that it?
Was that the goal?
If it was, you certainly achieved it.
And I told you how I felt.
I screamed so hard at you that the snow off the peak of the mountains fell,
So loud that the sun went away,
So hard that the veins popping out of my neck burst and all that was left of me was a crying head on a throbbing neck.
Only, I didn't.
Instead, I pretended like everything was fine,
Just like you wanted me to.
You fucking hypocrite.