I fucking hate this, I am hurting. You said that you loved me lucy, and that you wanted to love. I was happy where I was. Why do I have to look after your drunk arse, when in the morning you don’t want me here, and if you could you would be somewhere else. Your drinking hurts me, because it shows the real you. You do not feel comfortable in my arms, and knowing this hurts. I hate having to smile all the damn time, when all I feel is stinging hate coated in memories of you. It hurts to think that there is nothing more for you and me. I smile and I cry, but either way I just die and die a little each time I try and find the light.
I have added a video link of this being read out with text to speach. enjoy! 🙂