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He yelled at me.
I frustrate him.
He doesn't need to talk to me.
I am good for nothing.

These negatives thoughts kill my brain.
They are my drugs that I'm addicted to.
The thoughts that I want to leave behind.
Yet haunts me in my darkest mind.

The damned words that trickle from my mouth.
These tears that fall from my cheeks.
How it stings my heart and soul.
Why do I hate myself at the very end?

The mistakes of the words I pick turn into a storm.
It washes away our laughter and happiness.
Flash and roars the frustration and shouts.
My tears pour but you have an umbrella.

When things were going alright and we were laughing.
Never did I think at the end I would be crying.
Sometimes the hated words are the most needed.
To change myself for the one who seeks me the most