By people more times than the number of days you’ve lived. This isn’t an exaggeration. You don’t know what I see and feel. You don’t know me. You don’t know what this does to a person. Count your blessings, motherfuckers! For your sake and not mine (which is why I have a deteriorating health and you don’t), I’ll never quit. Fuck you.
I’ve been stabbed in the back
