Sometimes I get so sick.
Sick with hatred
that sits in my gut
and rises up into my throat.
I screamed that I hated her
and my own hatred lashes
in return at my own face.
Leaving everlasting scares.
I do hate her and myself.
How I would love to claw her face
take my pain and insert into her
and rip out her lungs with happy vengeance.
You don't see my anger often
but when you awake the beast within
I am willing to commit sin.
I am very willing to commit murder.
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I hate this.
I hate it so very much.
Just rip the hatred out of me
and I'll feel better forever.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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