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…