He says mean things when he walks by
Like he wants to hear me
Cry
But he can’t look me in the eyes
Cause then he’d have to humanize
Me
Last summer he would
Stare at my thighs
With wide blue eyes
He secretly tried
To hit on me
To have a backup on a shelf
Now he’s marrying the devil
While I fight for
My life
It’s way too late
To articulate
“I need help” but
Even if I had
He never gave a fuck about
My mental health
Cognac Project 
You don’t need people who tear you down and who don’t give a fuck about you in your life, especially when your trying desperately to stay afloat! x
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You don’t need him in your life like Carol said. Let him marry the devil and go to hell. You’re stronger than you realise.
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Don’t worry, I would have never considered him ‘in my life,’ although there was a time that I wanted really badly to be friends with people, now I just feel nauseous any time I think of any of these douchewaffles
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