I hate how you left me
stranded
when you dug my own grave
and left me
to rot
no grief
no pain
just a mere chuckle
emitting from your
toxic lips
I hate how you're out there
living your life
while I still struggle
to take out the knife
that you left
in my back
the pain is
excruciating
hurts more than
when my blood boils
agony and
rage
burning up the walls of
my body
whenever your image
fills my
mind
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
