There you go again
you push me out the door
and every single time
i come crawling back for more
you manipulate me
and tear me apart
but every single time
we head straight back to start
but this time its over
and i wont take you back
you say you care about me
the problem is its love you lack
all i wanted
was a simple kiss
but now i really hate you
and thats one thing i wont miss
so stop screwing with my mind
i already hate you enough
all the the crap you've caused me,
has made life really rough
so now you'd better stop
screwing with my mind
and for everything you say
oh, god i wish you were dead
if there was only one thing
that i could let you know
it'd be how much i hate you
oh, how i hate you so
so you better be glad
that I've spared your life
and haven't slashed you
with a god damn knife
now i box up the memories
and put them on a shelf
and then i take a gun
and i murder myself
this poem was written for someone who caused me a lot of pain, and its not supposed to mean that i want to kill myself, its supposed to mean that i want to kill all the memories that i had shared with him. i just wanna rid them of me. please, take time to write any comments about this poem.
