LUCIFER

I am not a door mat, I am not a punching bag, I am not an escape from your stupid little problems. All I was—was kind to you, but you tore me down, belittled me, made me feel so worthless and made me feel like I was a waste of space. Oh how much I hate you—you wouldn’t understand, called me petty, a little baby, an attention seeker, over dramatic. I still called you my friend, you knocked me down I asked for your help and all you did was spit in my face and laugh. Oh how much I hate you—you wouldn’t understand, I called you my best friend and from how you treated me now all I can call you is Lucifer. I hope to never ever hear your name or see you again ‘cause you’re nothin’ but bad luck, always on your high horse, not givin’ zero fucks bout how others feelin’. I hope you learn the hard way and mistreat the wrong person, ‘cause next time it won’t be so nice for you. Oh, oh, oh how much I hate you