for Me
Couldn't you at leats pretend
The black didn't exist
Dante envisioned Hell as tangible,
I find my own under false bliss
Screaming, Screaming, SCREAMING,
Fuck you and your Hate!
your Hate.
Don't you know how much I hate you?!
The blood spills with your berate
Scratches, Scratches, SCRATCHES,
Because you can't hide yourself,
Selfish bitch I hope you die,
Drag me down? I'll drag your health-
Thoughts of death because you can't control
You don't try to cover it,
Crying, Crying, CRYING,
Draw the blood from where you bit.
I hope you know I hate you
I never wanted the feeling to be
But your anger, your hate, your BETRAYAL,
Coincides with feelings coming from me.
from Me.
You couldn't suck it up and deal
You just couldn't do that for me.
for Me.
In other words, they were fighting again. But moreover, as I sat at the computer, they sat directly beneath me arguing about the divorce. Can't they just fucking pretend that all these problems don't exist? She's so god damn selfish, what happened to the idea of staying together for the kids? I realize I'm leaving and I'm 17 and almost an adult, but I'm still here. I can still hear the screaming. My father was finally banished to the guest bedroom. I hate them. I just. fucking. hate them.
The black didn't exist
Dante envisioned Hell as tangible,
I find my own under false bliss
Screaming, Screaming, SCREAMING,
Fuck you and your Hate!
your Hate.
Don't you know how much I hate you?!
The blood spills with your berate
Scratches, Scratches, SCRATCHES,
Because you can't hide yourself,
Selfish bitch I hope you die,
Drag me down? I'll drag your health-
Thoughts of death because you can't control
You don't try to cover it,
Crying, Crying, CRYING,
Draw the blood from where you bit.
I hope you know I hate you
I never wanted the feeling to be
But your anger, your hate, your BETRAYAL,
Coincides with feelings coming from me.
from Me.
You couldn't suck it up and deal
You just couldn't do that for me.
for Me.
In other words, they were fighting again. But moreover, as I sat at the computer, they sat directly beneath me arguing about the divorce. Can't they just fucking pretend that all these problems don't exist? She's so god damn selfish, what happened to the idea of staying together for the kids? I realize I'm leaving and I'm 17 and almost an adult, but I'm still here. I can still hear the screaming. My father was finally banished to the guest bedroom. I hate them. I just. fucking. hate them.