I hate you
you made me feel like dirt, that i was scum
all because of the cuts in my arm
you made me try to KILL MYSELF. !
&& now i look at you
i can never be the same with you
&& i look down at your arm
i see your cuts
i see your pain
i hate you for it
i hope you can feel only half of what i felt
i hope you cant sleep at night
i hope that you finally know how i felt
i hope someone treats you the way you treated me
i hope someone breaks you heart the way you broke mine
i hope you never recover
i hope. .
This is really really good.
there is so much pent up emotion in this poem... almost like the words written down werent enough to sufice the way you feel. and i like the ending
"i hope."
it leaves me hanging on, wonderign what it is that you really "hope"