You.

by Tania   Oct 23, 2009


You make me sick. your words make me sick. your stares make me sick. everything about you makes me sick. you put it this way. i can't believe you. how could you. What did I do to you? nothing. what did you do to me? EVERYTHING. I knew this was going to end like this, yet I kept going. Nothing stopped me. I had signs. Never followed them. I gave so much to you. You threw it all away. What happened to you? This is not you. You're a monster. A sick disgusting monster. No need for this. I'm not through with you. This is the beginning of everything. No going back, now I'm going forward. These are my rules now. I have conditions, you don't. You shut up. you don't deserve to talk. you worthless sick pathetic kid. What have you become? Nothing about you is good, everything is rotter, I hope you know that. It's not that hard to realize it. You must know how repugnant and inferior you are. You're a waste, a pure dirty revolting waste. I really hope you know that. You make me feel cheap. You have no idea how worthless I feel for ever being involved with a miserable, detestable, and revolting sick insignificant scum you are. I hope you really know how much you make people sick. How stupid you are. How much of an idiot you've become. How I wish you could learn your lesson and go through hell. Oh how I wish for you to through misery, to know what sorrow is and for you to live in it forever.

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