Anger is like a flower that blooms in my chest,
Evertime i see him it erupts in a deep fiery red,
A crisim flame of hatred,
Of hurt,
Why do I feel this way?
I know it is ilogical,
I know it's stupid,
I know i shouldnt feel this way,
Yet hatred that turns my stomache rolls evertime he speaks,
Everytime im near him,
Everytime i see him,
Everytime he dose something good I become sick,
Disapproval and distaste make me sick to my stomach,
What i used to think as enduring,
I cant endure a second of it,
What i used to think as funny,
Now is revolting,
Why?
Why are these feelings there?
Why cant i forgive and forget?
Because he hurt me so deep.
He had hurt me beyond a mer flesh wound,
He had cut down into my weakest place,
The place of my heart.
