oh so you hurt me
so you shouted things no one wants to hear
I can’t believe you did it
you wrote it
you screamed it
oh so you tried to scale my wall
with grenades
you burned everything down
you took my sweater
and 2 books and threatened to ditch them
as you did me
oh so you’re insecure
and you’re terrified of loss
so you’ll knife me
you’re funny
oh so you hurt me
get over it
I did.
u can get by with others pretending they don’t see you
behind the master mask you made
but honey, papier mache melts in the rain
and if im not mistaking
you’re crying.
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