This Is My Life, This Is My Stand

"I love him, but he's personally pushing me to the point of wanting to cut again. He makes jokes about ------ constantly, about how hot she is, how big her boobs are, how pretty her eyes are, etc. He makes beating jokes about me and my dad a lot. I feel like shit while talking to him. He talks about other girls so much.. Why aren't I good enough?"  - November 13th, 2009.

What the fuck was I thinking?
To let you treat me that way.
Well I am here to tell you,
This shit's about to change.

You ask me every day,
Why I don't love you anymore.
So I wrote a little poem,
To try and keep you informed.

The other day I had some money,
And you made me buy you food.
You think I treat you bad
But I do everything for you.

I don't defend myself,
'Cause I can't stand to see you sad.
But I can't take this anymore,
This is my life, this is my stand.

My mom breaks her back for nothing,
Your dad is a wealthy man.
But I bought you lunch every day,
Your wish was my command.

You're always in my business,
And judging all my friends.
Well you aren't perfect either,
Leave your opinions in your head.

I wake you up every morning,
Sometimes you make me late.
It's all the little things
You never did appreciate.

I am never alone,
You've attached yourself to me.
It's time I have some space,
I need some room to breathe.

You never shut the fuck up,
When I'm tired of our fighting.
OKAY, I get your point.
Do you feel better now? I'm crying.

I try to make you happy,
You're the fakest guy I know.
You talk so much shit,
You'll get a constipated throat.

You're a dick to every boy,
And you wonder why I like them.
Maybe you could learn a lesson,
Because they treat me like a person.

You destroy all my happiness,
I'm sick of your negative shit.
You're always complaining,
Do you know how good you have it?

I'm done with all your drama,
And fuck all your friends.
None of you even know me,
And I'm glad this is the end.