 | When I read what you wrote, it hurt,
And somewhat made me feel like dirt.
I really can’t believe that you wrote that,
Thinking it might make me chat.
You have no clue,
What I have been through.
You have no clue what’s in my head,
That’s why it’s meant to never be said.
I trust,
But it doesn’t take much to bust.
You have no say in who I should trust,
Because that’s not a bit just.
You thought wrong,
And now I'm trying to keep strong.
You didn’t think I would react this way,
Me saying “get away”.
I believe in the father above;
That you have no sense of.
I hope you submit,
Or I might just split.
I hope you choose the right way,
Because you might be sorry on judgment day.
When god asks you a simple question,
I pray that he doesn’t see the side of you with the wrong impression.
I didn’t want this to take place,
But maybe I just needed some space.
Some day we might resolve it,
But remember there is always going to be that slit.
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