I'm a Tool

the next time he tells his friends, "I hit that a few times" he should let them understand, that he's talking about how, he fucked up your mind. he acted like your love, like he was the only one who could give a fuck, that there wasn't anybody else it just turns out, he wanted a fuck buddy,for himself. since when does sympathy, become thinking sexually, i never thought once about making love, when your two eyes were crying, indefinitely. i couldn't ever stoop to his level, i don't think with my dick, because my balls, are already settle. i don't need to get laid, each night to make me feel like a man, i'm more of the love making type, that gives me enough strength to stand. baby, you need to free yourself, free from hell. stop seeking demons and let some strength seap in, so you don't feel so weakened. it seems your mind is plastered, scattered, across the back half, of your skull. because you've been so mind fucked, but, there's not even a single hole. i just wanna be here to help repair, and replenish your thought process, because, he made you so self concious, making things, even harder to deal with. if helping the hurt brings me down, even a little bit. it will be worth the work, when things are fixed, because i'm not just a helping hand, i'm a tool.