I hate you
You hate me
You hate the knife that i carry,
You hate the sight of your own blood.
You hate my goddamn guts.
You scream for help. But that wont work. And now you have a slit neck.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems/ Songs
PoesíaJust something i do in my free time All things written are mine i swear I wrote them on my own!!
