Letting off steam
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this is not supposed to be a poem! it started as a journal entry and i was advised to enter it as one of my poems as it seems to fit the requirements. Enjoy?
''Letting off steam''
anger, spawning from the center of my soul the hatred ive felt from i was 12 years old i cant tell why im such a bitch or bad person, all i can say is i have my own reason, not that others deserve nor need to know why my passion is my hatred, and i hate this world overly so!
hate, anger, spite and pain
i think im going numb again
prick my skin and watch my bleed
i cant decide whether to starve or feed
im losing the need to live on this earth.
i really cannot stress
im not suicidal, but im getting there
im weak, i must confess.
this is not supposed to be a poem! it started as a journal entry and i was advised to enter it as one of my poems as it seems to fit the requirements. Enjoy?
''Letting off steam''
anger, spawning from the center of my soul the hatred ive felt from i was 12 years old i cant tell why im such a bitch or bad person, all i can say is i have my own reason, not that others deserve nor need to know why my passion is my hatred, and i hate this world overly so!
hate, anger, spite and pain
i think im going numb again
prick my skin and watch my bleed
i cant decide whether to starve or feed
im losing the need to live on this earth.
i really cannot stress
im not suicidal, but im getting there
im weak, i must confess.