My soul has been destroyed,
For which my heart you toyed.
When i was happy you made me sad.
You could never be glad,
to have me the way i am!
In fact - you could not give a Damn.
When we suffer in pain,you're not Sorry.
You fill my head with eternal worry!
In fact you make the Human Race,an unbearable disgrace.
Just set me free and leave me be.
To end this bloody misery!
And may you suffer in Hell,
for all your bloody Sins aswell.
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Author:
Melissa Taylor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2018 20:30
- Category: Reflection
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By far the most real poet on the site. I looked all over to find that, it took all day. I needed that. Thank you.
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