I need comfort.
Thinking I was going to die.
I hate him,
for making me cry.
For even thinking its fair,
to say that I wont live,
much longer.
That my dad will
bleed to death.
I just wanted to
spit in your face.
I seen you today,
with a friend of mine,
so I slowly killed you with my mind.
I have little self-control
so don't push me,
or I will tell,
everyone what you threatened,
with a yell.
I want to make you walk,
until your feel bleed,
than you can walk farther.
(If you wonder what this is about... Well a "friend" of mine threatened to kill me because I was mean to him,
he thought it was funny and meant none of it but, I refuse to forgive him.)
