Hatred is no measure,
For what I feel for you.
Come in and see,
With you I am through.
May the fire of hell,
Burn you in your sleep.
No memory left of you,
That I want to keep.
Standing under spotlight,
Knowing all the words.
That I would sing to you,
With the right cords.
Telling you my hatred,
Telling you you're dead.
I don't want you in my life,
Is the last thing that I've said.
You must be evil,
No normal person can be.
The way that you are,
When you are with me.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
