It's not me, it's you

YOU, are not a nice person.
Especially in relation to me.
There is only so much a person can take,
And I've been taking it
With a grain of salt
And a spoon full of sugar.

Now
My blood pressure is through the roof
And I've got no feet from the diabetes.

Really,
It's not me- It's you.
I've done as much as I can
I've taken all I can carry
I am out of ideas and my back is broken
So it is time for me to tell you
To fuck off and die
And for me to find
Something else
Better or worse
Only time will tell
But as of right now
It's not you- of that I am sure as hell.