Fuck You

Do you feel the pain of your words? Feel the hurt that you conjure in someone elses already aching heart? Do you ever look past your own gluttonous mind, you self-addicted fucking bastard? No, you'll never understand the things you pretend to. Who knew love could turn such a tender heart full of hate. Fuck your pleading, your nonchalance and your self-righteous love. Just give up this game, because you're playing alone. And when you're sitting high up on your throne I hope you take the time to look back and suffer for what you thought was right, because right will never be there like I was. Never try to hold you up when you're falling down and sure as hell never love you like I did. But for the sake of your pride and your twisted little pity needs we'll say you're right and let it eat you away inside, because "Sorry" seems to be all you need to say, but sorry doesn't make it all okay. Sorry doesn't take away the hurt of insult, after insult or the lies you used to hide from the one you supposedly cared for more then yourself. Sorry will never be enough to heal the wounds you've inflicted and it will never bring back the feelings that once were there. And for all the things I've left unsaid, I'd just like to say Fuck You, because that about sums up everything you've left me to feel.