Bring him down. Bring him all the way down. Show sympathy-no he doesn't deserve any. For what he made us go through...he should suffer and be tortured on earth as well as in hell. Saying that it doesn't matter if we date our best friends ex. Well i thought it wouldn't matter as well seeing that he really liked me. But it was all a bloody lie. I put my friendship at stake. Without even knowing. I had a feeling that she will get hurt. That she still had feelings for him. But i guess i wanted him. To feel the same way she did. Cause i haven't felt that way in a long time. And i still haven't. But i tried to control myself. Was scared for my best friend so just thought that i could lay low for awhile.
But then mr.p had a talk with me one day. Which really changed my mind. Thought that the guy had a soft spot. For all the things mr.p said i actually felt wanted. But while it was going on..which i dont even know wat its called...i didn't even feel like he cared. I felt used. All the shit he told me was just to keep me in his fuckin collection. Well now im out and im so gonna bury him. Im gonna hurt him when he least expects it. Gonna bury him Alive. He's gonna pay for every single thing that he did. That fucking ass gigolo who can't keep his pants zipped. I'm gonna squeeze his balls till there's no 'juice' left to squeeze out.
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