Bitch

Whoever's reading this little bit,
Couldn't give less of a shit.
I'm not trying to amuse you yourself,
I'm spouting off for my own mental health.
On getting the words out I seem hell bent,
Fuck me, I really need to vent.
My book of grievances is ever so fat,
As I've been taken again for some sort of twat.
Yet again a woman has mugged me over,
Feel like jumping off our white cliffs of Dover.
But then I wouldn’t be able to really see,
How fucked up her life is without me.
Take my money steal my pills?
Abuse someone congenitally ill?
Try to make me feel less than scum?
With your shrill voice going like a drum.
Bleed me dry, reduce me to tears?
Go out behind my back getting on the gear?
You've left me empty, I've got no more,
Well at least you could go out and score.
Fucking around behind my back,
Doing the dirty and smoking crack.
Me sitting at home nothing to do but wait,
Oh, now you're off the crack onto the H?!
Told me so many lies I feel fucking daft,
Because behind my back you must've laughed.
I believed them all as I wanted them to be true,
Against the whole world eh? Me and you?
But the answer's not yes or no to that, it's a but...
But it could've been had you not been a slut.
One thing over the drug use that was a must,
Was me giving you all of my trust.
But you got that and twisted it hard,
Until it's just shattered like glass.
So on this relationship I shall just lay a wreath,
Steal a few more quid junkie whore, go buy some teeth.