Traitor
I want to scream this word as my lungs shatter. I want to scream the pain away. I want to scream, but I can't. My lips are sealed. My throat burns as the pain fades away.
Nothing. Just a forever-lasting feeling of discomfort. I thought it was ok because the pain was gone. But that was because I didn't know.
I didn't know the hatred. I didn't know the jealousy. I didn't know the feeling.
I didn't know this atrocious pain was all but the end. I didn't know it was merely a beginning.
I didn't know what would hurt the most would be to see you. Every. Fucking. Day. As if you were doing just fine. As if your world wasn't like mine : upside down.
I didn't know I would despise your every word, not caring about you but not being able to let you go either.
I didn't know I would hate every one of your friends. That is, if you had any.
I didn't know I would get to a point where I felt the need to hurt you, to kill you through my words. On this page and a thousand more.
I didn't know I would crave your death in order to move on.
I didn't know...
... I was broken.
18/01/2023
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PoetryUn recueil de pensées d'une âme perdue, des tourments et des espoirs déçus de celle qui cherche encore. En espérant que cet album d'une vie vous soulage et que vous puissiez y voir un miroir, YukIk0_Kanzaki.
