my entire existence is flawed. its scratched and jagged with razor sharp edges that hurt everybody in my path; slicing their hearts and making them bleed. i watch as they all scream as they burn from the flames within my hands. i watch them tear at their throats as i shove my cruelest words into their mouths. i watch as they grip their chests, trying to reach their lungs, grasping for air that they wont get, because i have taken it from them. i have taken everything good about me in their minds and replaced it with the evil i think myself to be. i show them all who i see myself as. i show them how bad i can be. and finally, when i am finished, i pick them up again. i dont apologize. im no good with apologies because i dont deserve to say the words. they forgive me anyway. and once i have them under my grasp again, i find a weak moment, shove them onto the ground, look down and smile, turn my back as they reach for my help, and walk away.
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i think i am evil
Poetrywhat have i turned into who was i before? before madness? before pain? who did i used to be? where did i go? my heart has broken over and over, is that what made me evil? i have built iron walls around my heart and mind, nobody is getting in, and n...
