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I was angry with the world. With everything that existed.

Submitted:Oct 22, 2009    Reads: 221    Comments: 12    Likes: 4   


Who the fuck are you to decide my future.

Tell me where to live, what to do, who to see.

Who the fuck gave you the power to make MY decisions?

You don't know what's best for me.

You don't know what's best for you.

I ask for help, you rebuke me.

I slit my wrist, and scream into the night

You ignore me

So who the fuck are you to call yourself my father,

My mother

My brother

My sister

My friend

You don't' know who I am.

I don't know who I am

Who the fuck made you God?

Who the fuck told you my every emotion?

Who the fuck are you to say I don't love you?

Who the fuck are you to say that you

Give a shit

A flying fuck

A rats ass

You don't

I don't

So why the fuck am i still talking?

Why the fuck are you still alive

Still breathing my air

Walking in my space

How the fuck am I supposed to trust you

When I can't trust myself?

Why the fuck is it all so wrong

It wasn't supposed to end this way.

Why the fuck can't I just



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