62 "V" (Explicit)

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(Warning: This poem contains swear words/ bad language)

I wasn't made of sugar, spice and everything nice

I'm made of fire, lightning and everything frightening

I don't want to save the world anymore

I want it to fucking burn before my eyes

I was once an angel, afraid of the darkness within me

I cut off my broken wings but the scars on my back would always remind me of the betrayal I felt

To hell with it, now I don't care

I'm so done with everything and everyone

I'll let it show; my dark side

Darling, I'll let you see it

I'll let you fucking know

Pain? Yeah I love it

I grew up with that shit

Depression? Yeah it's a part of me

I don't give a shit

You think I'm a bitch?

Well I don't fucking care

The world broke me

Darling, now it's my turn

I can push you away

Without a giving a proper reason

Without giving a shit about a thing you say

When I'm hurt I like to make myself more miserable that way

I'm my biggest enemy

What else can I say?

It you want to stay, you can stay

But I doubt you would after you've seen my dark side, eh

And I wouldn't suggest that because I'm a bitch

A damn hurricane

The only thing I know is destruction

And I'll always remain that way

"You can't save a person who doesn't want to be saved."

"Hurt people, hurt people."

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