Tonight is that night, I feel like killing something tonight. Not like beating to death no, but belittling them make them cry feel like dying inside, Because of what done to me you ask? No, I want to find out what drives them, moves them into feeling this way that they do. Why its so hard to tell the one you love that you love them. For there beauty, sincerity, and creativity. But you cant and you feel like you are going to burst with anxiety until you do break and let your heart flow out as smooth as the smoke that leaves my lungs... Theres a quiet still silence in the air. Ever word and breath waiting to be heard from her lips comes slow and shaky. Sad and scared you become cause you now heard what you didn’t want to hear....."Im sorry" And you get that feeling deep deep down in your stomach. The revolving pain goes thru your whole body and it hits your heart. Cold you are and bitterness has set in. Now you don’t care about anything or anyone....I guess its just a phase and it will pass. But the pain it brings makes you not want to express those words, 3 words to her..."I love you" because you know how it might end... 3rd grade this poem might be but I don’t care you can leave. Because I have become this poem, I have become bitter, so leave...
