its been a year

its been a year
i don't hate you
quite the opposite
so if u here me yell
fuck you
its because i love you
fuck you for making me love you
so
so
much
i want to tell you
that i know
i know
what it is
that possessed me
the one who makes holding a fork
feel like a gun
that wouldn't let me meet you
because of the bloating
and depression
i'm pushing her away
as i try to real you in
but she's still slapping me
she is all i have
left
the only one on my side
'no more binge'
yes
'stop the binge and work ur way 2 "normal" and i will be there again at the end'
and i will love you
because he didn't
fuck you
because i love you
fuck you
damn you to hell
because she is all i have now