How did I get these scars?

The knife in my brain still hasn’t been ripped out since last night.
Minimum sleep and waking up constantly to imagines implanted into the inside of my eye lids, of you and him.
Words cant really describe how much I hate you,
But ill give it a shot.

One - You swore it never happened, after the countless times I called you out.

Two – I’m still trying to figure out how this even happened.

Three – you were supposed to love me! As much as I still loved you.

Four- I was just your chew toy. A warm heart and love when
you wanted it but most of all a good fuck when you felt like it.

Five – I’m now considering you’re a nymphomaniac from the shit I’ve been hearing and if the shoe was on the other foot I bet your ears would be bleeding.

Six – You still have nothing to say for yourself?!?!

Seven – yes we weren’t together but when did it ever become okay to fuck my friend?! Just for your own enjoyment because you never loved him.

Eight – you never loved me, I was a fool and thought I was above all these other dude and I was your number one but now it’s plain to see.  Your eyes were never for me.

Nine – I was good to you!!
I don’t know how you got this way? I really think you have a problem, I dare to say even a mental illness just to excuse your fucked up selfish ways. I can really say I don’t know who you are. But I guess that’s okay cause to you none of this mattered anyways. It was just part of your game.
Congratulations you’ve achieved the lowest of lows but I wont go up in smoke.

TEN – (pause)… This is where it comes to an end. The game has changed and I hold the key to everything. So I recommend you go quietly, cause you don’t want the world to see you for exactly what you are...



"Thanks for nothing, you're just like the girls you hate."


Nikolas J Tucker