How long have I waited? to feel? to forget? to change? How long has it been? Why do I always come back to this?
Astonishingly, I had gotten better. I had moved on. Yet the thoughts always linger in my subconscious.
Truthfully, the dreams never left. The haunting nightmares and visions still visit me. My darkest hours.
Returning is never an option. I am haunted by the fear of being forced to return.
Evil is all you know. You will rot in hell. There is only one true ugliness in the world and it is people like you.
Destruction. Devastation. Death.
I only have a hatred for you.
~S~
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Thơ caA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
