so
you managed to make it here
congrats
you now have someone
who wishes they never met you.
not that you care, but
its hard to believe you ever did
especially after that shit you said
over a fucking game
really?
why?
you're nothing more than a pathetic bastard
that can't find anything but comfort in being better
you lost to someone actively trying to beat you
just be better, if it matters that much to you
but no
you call me a mental hemorage
a useless and annoying piece of shit
and tell me you'll maybe come back
once you get used to my "inflated ego"
fuck you, too.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
