Why is it so horrible to hate someone?
Why is it wrong to want the person who causes you endless anguish and pain to just vanish?
Why is it cruel to want to live in happiness?
Cruel to finally be able to wake up in the morning and not have the looming feeling of despair instantly take over?
Why do I have to feel bad for wanting a person gone, when they have told me time and time again that they wish I would die?
Why do I have to value their life when they make me hate mine?
Why must I worry about the bad karma that will come my way when I say the words aloud?
Why can't I say it?
Why can't I say I wish he would disappear?
Why can't I say I hate him when I do hate him?
I hate him.
I want him gone.
I want to not have to tiptoe around my feelings or etch a smile onto my face when I'm miserable.
I don't want to be miserable anymore.
Why does that make me cruel?
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brain & heart; a book of poems (poetry book)
Poetrya collection of thoughts from the lightest and darkest corners of my brain, a genuine collection of words sewn with the feelings derived from my beating heart, poems dedicated to my brain and heart.
