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why wouldn't you tell her.

Why the fuck wouldn't you tell her.

She's your mother, I know you don't live with her

but you should have said something.

She was talking to me today,

asking me to say hi,

I had to tell her 

I had to tell her we don't talk anymore.

Why

she asked

because we broke up.

Why.

Why would you hurt my son like that

why.

I couldn't tell her

that you aren't the one broken

that you are happy, finding new romances and love

that you have forgotten me.

I couldn't her her

that you hurt me,

that I wanted to stay

would have stayed

stayed forever.

But you wanted goodbye, and I wanted you happy

so that's what happened.

Why.

Why would your son hurt me like that

I cry for you everyday.

Why wouldn't you tell her.

Why the fuck wouldn't you tell your own fucking mother

I've been beat up by everyone

I can't

I can't

I can't

I can't breathe

I can't be anything.

I collapse.

I crumble.

I give up.

Why.

Because I'm a fucked up loser,

and that's the truth

all I wanted was to love you

all I wanted.


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