I look around the corner to see you lying in your bed
Your head rests on a pillow full of fucking tears.
Your body's wrapped in blood
This makes me feel your hate.
You hate this world.
You hate this life.
You fucking want to die.
You say you're lost
You say you're done
You say you're dead inside
Then please just fucking tell me what am I??
Am I the one you hate?
Who's killing you inside?
you say your emotions have gone numb and you're telling me you care?
Does this just mean you lied?
If pain is all you feel then why don't you just die?
I know that you have tried, many many times..
I'll make it better for you bitch!
To the kitchen
Grab the knife
Slide it down your neck
So I don't have to hear you cry.
Die bitch! Fucking die!
Make sure this job is done.
I'll stab this through your back like
you say I've done before.
I'm done with you, you fucking whore
I love to watch you bleed.
I know you fucking hate my life.
But now I fucking hate you too!
Die bitch! fucking die!
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Book Of Demons..
PoetryDone somewhat in poetry form, mostly quite dark, and a lot is not poems. Just stuff that goes through my head. Mostly about failure, demons, murder, blood, etc.