Suck

I feel such hatred.
Such animosity.
So bitter.

"Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt."

I don't need this shit.
God I wanna disappear.
Don't tell where we ran.
Never calling again.

What's so hard to accept?
I make my own decisions.
I decide what I do.
I decide where I go.
I decide who it's with.

Damn I really want a beer.