I am addicted to my anger, to the bitter taste of it in my mouth.
I am addicted to my anger, to the warmth it brings to me.
I am addicted to my anger, I feed from it, it is a part of me,
a blackness in my soul, a never ending well full of twisted shapes and broken promises.
I can see my anger leaking from my eyes, hear it on my breath,
My anger takes the shape of your name and I scream
Brian is a fucking cunt. Posting about how much he changed in bad way because of being with me and how it was ok being with me but he lost soooo many mates by spending time with me.
FUCK OFF YOU LYING FUCKING ASSHOLE CUNT!
Changed? Thats funny cause I still have a little ‘love letter’ from him saying how he was able to be the person he could never show anyone. Posts saying how in love he was with me and how happy he was and how he fell in love with his best friend and it was amazing.
And all this shit about losing mates cause of the time he spent with me is such utter BOLLOCKS! I NEVER stopped him from seeing people, I fucking encouraged it!! And so many people have said to me since the split thats hes a shit friend, always has been cause he just can never be fucked to make any effort. The amount of times I said why don’t you go hang out with so and so or invite so and so out or to the house or to parties.
It makes me really sick that he had the fucking balls to post such utter trash.
Fuck you Brian. I’m sorry that being in a relationship means having to think of someone apart from yourself. I’m sorry that it means being in a partnership. I’m sorry that life can be hard and not always sunshine and fairies. But fuck you for being a lying dickhead cuntbag.
There was so much that was amazing between us, I’m so upset that hes now ruined the good memories I had, especially through such lying bullshit!!!!
I really do have such hate for him now, he ruined everything that made us great, blamed me for shit that wasn’t my fault, shit that wasn’t even true, made out it was so horrible being with me when it was only the last month that was a bit rough. He was the untrusting shit, he thinks he was so fucking easy to be with, thinks he was (is) mr perfect. Fuck off, grow the fuck up you peter pan wannabe. Fuck you for throwing all the great times back in my face. Fuck you for being such an arrogant asshole. Fuck you for managing to hurt me again.
So empty, so hollow, so lost inside.
Can you hear me crying, screaming, can you see?
This is you, this is what you’ve achieved.
Do you ever sit and think, while feeling so alive,
As I go through the motions,
If I truly survived?
Do you have any heart left, do you stop and say,
What did I do,
How did I do it,
How did I?