you've got it all planned, haven't you?
my life is a picture, drawn by you.
well, i hope you realize:
you're shit artist.
i'll be gone at the strike of the clock, don't pretend.
i hate you with every bit of my heart, don't look away.
see, i hope you rot you in hell,
but those eternal flames don't suit you well.
they deserve a better diet,
so i'll feed you to the heavenly sharks instead.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
