You are a hollow fucking shell.
How did we ever stay together for three years?
I don’t even think you had a heart.
I gave you every fucking thing I had.
You left me empty and alone, without anyone or anything,
you didn’t even care.
You just fucked your black bitch and flaunted in front of my face.
You strike such a strong rage inside of my body.
My heart almost beats out of my chest from anger.
Just thinking of that day that Jimmy told me about what you had done.
Who you really were.
Powering out of my room to find you,
to find that you run off with her.
I wanted to cry and puke.
I wanted to kill you.
If you had been in that room, I would have killed you.
I will never get over it.
I don’t get over things.
You turned me into who I am today,
a monster who plays games and doesn’t trust a soul.
I blame you for all of the hurt.
I blame you for destroying everything I built within myself after my father abandoned me.
I blame you for everything and always will.
I keep imagining myself bashing your car windows,
throwing your clothes off the third floor balcony,
busting into Jackie’s room and destroying everything she had.
it makes me feel good inside,
to think about hurting you.
Now I hear that you’re losing it,
that you are suicidal,
wishing you hadn’t broke my heart.
Here I am,
with a daughter,
Karma does exist and she rides your back, doesn’t she?
You can smile at me in public,
when I see you out in that sleepy town
where we shared many good times,
but just know that my heart
and I will never see you as human again