Two wrongs don't make a right they said,
but what do I do with all this anger I feel, it creeps up my throat suffocating me and I can't breath until I make you feel how I feel.
I try to be the better person each time and every time you prove me wrong, making me feel this way, suffocated and struggling for air.
Even at night I cry for hours unending, asking myself over and over again why did thou hurt me so, but thou should know that when morning comes I'll cry no more and my retribution would be nigh.
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'Hurt people, hurt people' I think that's how the saying goes, but it takes a lot not to be that person because some of us get what we've not asked for,
And sometimes we just want to make them feel how they've made us felt.
~Robyn~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
