Book Of Poems

You Bastards!

You bastards!

I hope you burn in hell.

I pray for your demise every day.

Every day is a waking nightmare.

Every day kills me from the inside out.

Mood swings,

insane thoughts,

depressing deceit.

My mind is slowly going out of my control.

I have so much hate in my heart.

The darkness consumes my waking thoughts,

my irresistible slumber

I am such a terrible person,

but that's not who I really am

You bastards,

you bring out the worst of me,

you let my deceitful side out,

you show the world how cruel I could really be,

you take my soul,

you hurt my heart,

so I'll hurt yours.

You bastards I hope you go to hell!

You bastards I pray for your demise!

You bastards why did you do this to me?

You bastards why do I always forgive you?

You bastards,

you bastards,

you bastards,

you bastards,

you bastards!

Why do I have to put my trust in you?

Why do I always make up with you?

Why do I always believe it will get better?

Why do I always trust you to be better?

You bastards!

You call me insane,

you call me fat,

you called me disgusting,

you call me despicable,

you call me a liar,

you call me a trouble starter,

you called me a terrible person,

you call me a waste of space,

you call me a mistake!

If I was such a mistake,

why did you make me?

You bastards!