Come on Gina, Get over it.

Staggared breathing.
You choke on oxygen.
Eyes moisten.
you push it back.
Stuff it down
into that overflowing
trash can
of unwanted feelings
and memories.

Fuck it.
Make it go away.
Now.
Please!
I'm begging you.

Get a grip on yourself.
Your spilling over the edges.
Come on now,
Its almost been a year.
Since you were *****.

You still can't fucking speak up can you? God damn I hate you. You as in me. Get the fuck over it. It has to remain a secret. You'll destroy yourself and the ones you love if you open your fat mouth. And you know what the worst part was? You fucking deserved it. Don't kid yourself.