Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

U

I'm a writer
I'm a cryer
You put me in a situation that couldnt be any more dire
You broke my heart and set it on fire
Now Im still picking up the pieces
Your name itself reminds me of human feces.
Over and over you'd kick me in the chest,
how is it that you made me feel like the best,
how does that make sense if I felt even better after I left.
Without you around, I'm blessed.
You put me down pushed my brain around, darkness was where I was bound.
After you I was resented,
For you I represented,
Because it was you that I presented
to my family and friends...
What bad ideas I made way back then
I didnt want a barbie but you turned me into your personal Ken.
It's been years since I saw you
Let's keep it that way
Fuck you