Hate

Are you happy now,
got a reason to cry.
Finally justified your selfobsession,
finally the pitty-looks you allways wanted.
Needed so fucking badly, God it hurts.
Hope you're happy now,
your patethic way of being destroyed me.
All the good inside of me,
pouring out, I'm bleeding of nice.
I'm out of nice, sympathy,
God, give it back to me.
Hurt, badly. Cry, die.
Please, don't accept the facts,
don't move on.
I hope you hurt and mope forever.

Well, this time I'm the freaking victim,
laughing at all the wrong times,
wishing everyone dead.
Hate, God it's so strong,
can't even look at people. So discusting.
Turning into someone as selfobsessed as you,
would kill me.
Can't even look at myself,
so discusting,
kill me.



Poetry by baby Blue
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Written on 2010-02-25 at 15:48

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