All I feel
Is immense hatred
For a reason
I am unknown to
But it's tearing my insides
Apart.
YOU ARE READING
sober thoughts
Poesiavolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
.ninety'eight
All I feel
Is immense hatred
For a reason
I am unknown to
But it's tearing my insides
Apart.
