I don't fear her, I hate her
I want to burn her, torture her, pulling her
fingernails off one by one by one
Why do I feel so angry?
I mean, I was the one who left her, and not her me
What a bitch
I hate her for how she acts
As if she was the popular one and not I
Why is it that she torments me long after what
happened?
Why is she starting to move in on my friends?
First it's Teddy than tomorrw it's going to be Nina
But Michelle says that all our friends know what she
did to me
But do they even care about me that much as to not
talk to her?
Do they love me enough to care how I would feel?
She makes me sick
With everything
Insecurity, uncertainity, insanity
My head is starting to hurt, and i want to sleep but i
can't
I have insomnia
Why does she have to bring out these feelings out?
Why, why, why, why?
I feel like I'm going insane, all i want is to be in a
empty room and sleep....
Note, this poem was written for under the influence of
Cathoid Rays (in the form of Japanese Soap Opera) and mayonaise at the time of it's conception. I apologise to those whose hearts
are broken or were forced to burn all their clothing and take a shower just to get rid of that dirty
feeling.
