When I hear or see that you are happy,
I get angry that you are not miserable like me.
I want to break you down to my level.
Who do you think you are being so goddamn happy?
You don't deserve it.
Why cant I be happy like that?
Is it because I meant less to you than you did to me?
Or is there something wrong with me?
Will I ever be happy again?
I built a home for you in my heart
But now you are gone,
There is only lingering dead memories
Like food gone bad,
I cant convince myself to throw it away
Seeing her face, hearing her name,
Brings instant rage, then sadness.
Discarding her gives a sense of numb emptiness
Loneliness.
Things weren't perfect,
But I knew what it meant to be happy.
God I miss her,
But it hurts too much to think about.
She needs to die.
So that I can finally lay her name
To rest in my mind.
~~~writer's note~~~
this mainly written as rant. it is more therapeutic in intention. i just feel better getting it out. no comments necessary, as i do not plan on changing anything.
