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by Ταїи†зđ §оϋІ Feb 19, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You may not remember, But I do, I remember all the sweet things, You used to do. You'd always tell me, I was prettier than anyone could see, And I could be anything, I wanted to be. You used to tell me, You could see into my heart, And you couldn't bare life, If we were ever split apart. You used to tell me, What we have is true, That you love me, Even after all we've been through. But you don't say these things anymore, You slap me around, Beat me up, Call me names, like a b*tch and a w*ore. You say you do it because you care, Because you love me, And you'll always be there. Every night you leave me, Crying in pain, Huddled in a corner, Driving my self insane. Can't you see what your doing? Your killing me, With each and every hit, I can't do this anymore, I can't take this s*it. So I'm finally standing up to you, And telling you I can't take it, After all the s*it you put me through, Its me who's going to be hurting you. You can tell me I'm wrong, That I can't leave, That you still care, But is that why you were never there? I'm going to end this now, And just so you know, I DID love you, And cared for you, Even after all the s*it you put me through.I'll still remember what you did years from now, And I know you will too, Good-bye! I can't take this s*it, we're through!