Yo...
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
Be...
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