love
used to sicken me
used to uncover
my weaknesses
love
i used to hate
hate
i used to love
i relished in never being okay
in never having to be complicated
i used to be BLIND.
change
used to scare me
used to hurt
used to cut my heart
and feed it to my angry soul
change
made the rain
fall upon my face
made my days dark
until the days were
no longer remembered
i used to be HURT
empathy
used to be a curse
a cry for help
racked my body with sobs
while trying to block it out
empathy
used to make me hide in self pity
when i couldnt possibly love myself
i used to be CRUEL
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Poems of an Angry Soul
PoesiaI wrote these poems during the shittiest part of my life. I poured my soul into these words. I tried