How fucking dare you tell me how to grieve?

Take your false sympathy and disappear

Such a cold and callous person you turned out to be

Wrap your disgusting behavior in the shield of self-preservation

Your feelings are valid, after all

…but so are mine, right or wrong

and who are you to tell me what I can feel

or for how long?

If you can’t handle it, you could’ve walked away

at any point in time

or hell, you could’ve left me alone in the first place

…so why didn’t you?

Was my back just looking empty

waiting for you to get close enough to stab me in it?

I’ll never understand how you could turn so quickly

so completely

I guess it’s my fault for letting my guard down

too bad you weren’t worth trusting after all…