Deal With It

Yes, I heard your skull crack when you fell face first onto the cement.
And yet, I don’t care.
I even heard you’re plea’s that croaked from your pathetic little throat.
Still, I couldn’t give a fuck.
I saw the blood running down your face, but you know what I really saw?
I looked at you and saw the most worthless piece of shit. You’re a waste of space.
It hurts doesn’t it? Yes, of coarse it does.
It hurts to be ignored by everyone. It hurts that no one will look at your pain.
You know why I’m trying extra hard?
Because I feel that every day.
It hurts to be trod on every day of your fucking pathetic life.
You think I care? Well I don’t.
Cry all you want, No one is going to care.
Just wait till someone stands on your neck. It’s going to hurt.
Feel the pain of unpopularity. Its like a hand squeezing your heart until it breaks.
You’ll snap, just like I did.
Deal with it.