You call me out for smoking and drinking.

I glare at you...

How the fuck you gonna tell me to stop.

I bury my head in my arms and cry.

It's funny how you managed to break me...

I hate you for making me feel vulnerable.

For making me feel like a fucked up bitch.

For making me feel like a damn hoe.

I love you

But there are some things I have to keep inside.