There were some toxic moments,
Pre-toxicity to post-toxicity.
You say you hate me,
But I was the one,
The one who kept you alive.
You said you cheated,
I felt like you beat me.
The rage that burned like a fiery pit in hell,
I cannot continue to dwell.
I'm sorry you felt that way,
But respectfully, I can't be dismayed.
I hate you, I wish it wasn't true.
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Headspace I - Remastered
Poetry"Headpsace I" is an introspective poetry collection that delves into the complexities of the mind, charting a course through the tumultuous waters of mental health, self-identity, and the darkness that whispers from the corners of our consciousness...
