He really was a terrible person.I couldn't put my finger on why. At the time I was aloof with nothing to prove. Like a child, I didn't know anyone could live without a heart or soul. Like empty shells they walk around cursing the world for its wretchedness and stupidity. Meanwhile their bitter anger grows, no love for anyone or anything. No emotion or care for the earth. No laughter or love behind their eyes even when they smile, they are empty black holes. Strange how many forms they can take. You may see them fail, but they never own their mistakes.
She really was a terrible person, I couldn't put my finger on why. But everytime I asked, she always fed me lies. She acted like a friend, but never really cared. I guess that happens sometimes. But along I've always wondered.
Why.
I'm doing great now, now that you're gone. (P.S. pls stay gone)
Thanks...
Thanks...
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Inner Space
PoetryA collection of short thoughts and ideas. First piece of writing by an aspiring writer. A place I can call my own...
