Fuck YOU.


Fuck you for doubting me.

Fuck you for thinking the worst about me.

Fuck you for saying I couldn't when you obviously knew I would.

Fuck you for never loving me.

You ask me why I say fuck you?

It's because I could never love you.

You never gave a damn.

So why the fuck should I?

You always said you couldn't stand to be around.

So why should I give a fuck about what's going around town?

You don't do anything but push me away.

So I'm going to end this poem in a very harsh way.

FUCK you with a passion and have a nice fucking day. 



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