I know, I've said something wrong.
And now you're hurt.
Why should I care?
You looked away from me and verbally attacked me.
And now you're crying.
Why should I care?
You then threw a tantrum like a little baby.
I'm rather amused that you're still in touch with your inner child.
Then again, why should I care?
You screamed as if fire was underneath your feet.
Broke a few things and cursed under your breath.
Why should I care?
You called me unfeeling and you called me a b***h.
You then called me on the telephone, but I never answered.
Why should I care?
If you wish to put things to an end.
Then why aren't you done harassing me?
It's okay to say you'll move on.
But it's not okay if you don't actually do it.
That's when I care.
You say one thing and do the complete opposite.
You do one thing and you suddenly deny it.
When is it ever consistent?
When will you grow up and realize that things did not work out?
How pitiful, you just took your life away.
It fits your inner child perfectly.
Selfish, naive, whiny, and stubborn.
If you think that your death creates problems for me.
Then you're wrong.
You no longer harass me.
Thank God, you were starting to annoy me.
Like the little child that you are.
If you think sleeping six feet underneath my feet will hurt me.
Then you're wrong...again.
You can't make me feel remorse because I don't have any feelings, remember?
You're dead now, so why should I care?
Lady FOS Community Member 
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