I hate to tell you this
But you are being pretty awful friends...
Never sounded so selfish in my life
But you are supposed to care for me, right?
That’s how this works, right?
Let me tell you how this doesn’t work..
You don’t make my pain about you
You wanna run them through? Well fuck you
That ain’t gonna make noone feel better but you
And I’m really fucking sorry but did he rape you?
Tell me some shit, offer platitudes
Don’t fucking touch me, not a brush or a poke or
An arm round the shoulder? Keep it to yourself!
Honestly I don’t know what I need from you
But it ain’t that
At the end of the day I was raped
That’s the truth of it
It doesn’t disappear in a puff of fairy dust
Eve n if you go all macho man or killer bitch in my defence.
Don’t even wanna have this conversation no more.
Just baffles me how I’ve reached out to ya trusted ya
I was raped, so why is this conversation about you?
Fuck yah, ain’t got time for this.
I believe in Karma and Karma oh she’s too much to handle
Karma a bitch and he about to get his.
That’s good enough for me
DO YOU HEAR ME?
THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME
And in case you’ve forgotten or somehow misunderstood the tone of this self obsessed sounded writing , he is my rapist and I his victim so the only voice that should really matter is me? Don’t get me wrong I want to watch as he goes up in flames but I’ll wait . Karma is coming.