And tonight i won’t wear my seatbelt. I’ll speed up on the wet slick roads, i’ll take that curve a little too fast. You will see the fatal crash on the news and you know what?…You still won’t miss me.

I Want to hurt you.
like you hurt me.

She wipes the running mascara from her eyes
as she whispers to herself...
"I'll never be good enough."

WHY MAKE A MAN YOUR PRIARITY IF TO HIM YOUR AN OPTION........

You said never lie
I didnt
I said never leave
but your gone

How is it ... that right after you lie.... you say something.. and i beleive you -- again.

&& i could be lying in a pool of blood and say im fine and u would just say ok and walk away.

I have a right to hate your ex's
even if they're fine
because they've had a taste
of something that is mine.

Into the mirror she stared,
and wondered, did any-one even cared?
"No,' she heard the little voice say,
she went through this torture every day.

from my poem, the little voice, please comment, it means a lot to me

Idk which would be worse, ending this in tears and "i hates you"....
or with a hug and "still friends"...knowing that that would be the last hug that ever meant something