What little part of me there was
Has long faded with the dust
I could never say it but I must
I hated you when it all became true
That me and you were just a couple of the lonely few
How the lust tried to conquer us
And in your note you describe
How it has taken over a few times
It pains me to question
If this next message
Is truly for me.
Or because you feeling lonely out there
Knowing you a stranger to the community
That supports nothing you're doing.
Sometimes I think my friends are right
You were just using me for something those nights
I feel for the blond across the room
Her green eyes took me to another destination
Where my soul could zoom through
I feel so messed up
Writing about how I hated you
It sickens me in my guts
But the voice in my head was right about somethin
If anger is hereditary
Better tell me something
Or I'm just gonna blow another gasket.
He told me that I need to be angry
Because its healthy than just actin
And you know what,
He was right
I deserve to be angry sometimes at night.
I don't know but it bothers me.
Because I know I have no words to say
And that's what is causing me
To be violent
Its in my conscience.
I guess this why the sudden move
To get away from someone who remind you
Of you.
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The diary of a fiend
Poetry100+ poems that depict the intentions, dreams, and nightmares of a young writer and his battles to control his demons, vises, and life
