Nemisis


What do i do,

About these emotions,

There killing me,

More painful then any wound.

Rage,

Malice,

Resentment,

Discontent,

Its like a sickness.

Like being poisoned,

Thinking about this,

Its toxic.

The wrong thats been done,

Its dispicable,

Discusting,

Vile.

Cant be undone,

Just to think of this,

To think of you,

Turns my stomach.

Your posion,

Your killing me everyday,

With your filth.

Disgraceful,

Your the bane of every thought that crosses my mind.

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a few people hurt me really bad it makes me melancholy and sick just thinking about it im still dealing with it i am right this second