I hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU. For everything. For everything I let you, you bastard, do to me.
I thought you were different.
You weren't the same.
And who the hell do I have to blame?
Me. Of course it's me.
I was an idiot, a dumbfounded fool.
I would explain why, why you piss me off. Why I wish you were dead. Why you could rot in hell for all I care. Why you could talk to my ass,but even that doesn't give a shit anymore. But if you don't know, if you don't remember. Then you can go fuck yourself.
It was wrong of me too ever care.
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Bipolar Much?
PoetryPoems I have written. Some about love, others about hate. In no specific order. So you'll probably assume I'm bipolar or something because of how fast my feelings change.
