WARNING: This poem is kind of harsh.
Poem 2:
I watch as you scream, squirm, and cry, don't you wish you didn't fuck me up?
As you scream “why?! Why?! Why?!”
I guess you must be having a run of bad luck,
by luck I mean you are about to be stuck, and praying I would let just let you get hit by a truck.
Yeah, I guess you really messed up,
don't you wish I would just let your chest pump?
You see these scars?! Yeah, they were from the bars,
the bars you struck against my head to make me see stars.
I hope you never live to see your scars,
and I hope you never get to see a close up of the stars.
Awe, whats that? Your throat is starting to swell?
Good, I hope you die and go to hell.
One day I will be at your level,
but unlike you I wont be the devil.
Note: Sorry for all the hate in this one, I know it is kind of graphic.
