I've tried to get better, I've tried to do good.
I've been kind, and even misunderstood.
But you don't understand why I'm filled with such hate.
When you broke my walls, and unlocked my hell's gate.
So yes I do hate you for what you have done, you stabbed me with your words and left me dead and numb.
So now I'm just a carcass, a rotten old wreck.
Slaughtered with your hands and just left for dead.
You put yourself first when I did the same, I never really mattered did I ?
It must have just been a game.
YOU ARE READING
concrete
PoetryThis is my poetry.....alot of its dark however. And for the people who are insane enough to handle a trip into my mind palace....so ya
