Hey Besties. Honestly I can’t seem to call these poems, cause the newer things I post or not, but I’ll be milking myself soon for a poem even if it’s short. I guess I’ll refer to these as spilled thoughts, cause I guess they are that. I’ll see you in the next one, lates my angels.
My hatred for you seems to grow day by day. Every time I think I might get away from you, break this cycle, the disdain that I have for you only is more presented on my face. Your actions and the simple fact that you exists cause me to want to stab you but i won’t do this because I don’t want to go to jail. You mean absolutely nothing to me and you probably never will, so when i say this now I mean it, leave me alone or you will live to regret not being aborted, for when I have your blood on my hands I’ll finally be set free of my strong dislike for you. I know that sounds messed up and slightly psychotic but don’t we all have that person that our brutal honesty, and clear dislike for them will always get the best of us if we don’t have strong restrain. If I was to let go the crazy in me would be free. That is not good, for chaos will be the outcome. So for your safety stop testing my fucking patience, it’s running thin and you don’t want it to vanish for you will be the one crying. – Elle
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