I still remember those words in my head; About what he said and what they said “ You are not enough” My ego is too bruised to be wanting to believe that Life is a unnecessarily complicated game in a platform word where you play , it sucked you in and out My life wasn’t any different but my ego has been bruised Time and again, time and again That I had enough of it I .. wanted to get rid of them My sanity for my ego is insane- I am insane.

They thought they could break me. Thought they could grind me down, Thought they could crumple my heart. Well, they certainly could. And they did.

But I don’t care about that anymore. I don’t care my mother is worried I don’t care my only escape is music. I don’t care about anything anymore Except getting them back.

Stabbing them through the heart. Pinning them down. Ripping their flesh Just like they ripped my heart.

God, I hated him, Wished he was dead, He was a pain in my ass, A dagger in my back.

I despised him in every way, I had every right to, He hurt me until I broke down, Betrayed me until I sank.

How did I ever trust him?, Was I too blind to notice his glaring red flags?, What about him made me soft?, What about him made me weak?

And the funny thing is, he had no remorse, No shame, no guilt, No care of how he ruined me, But who couldn’t have seen that coming, huh?!

I was just his toy for him to use, abuse, Thrown away like common waste, And the thought of that alone still makes my jaw clench, Strikes a fire of resentment ablaze** **in my chest.

After a while, I began to fantasize of force-feeding him his own medicine, Making sure he never smiles again, Mangling his life like what he did to others, to me, I wanted him to feel the same pain.

God_, _I hated him, That feeling will never change, He was a pain in my ass, But now the dagger’s in his back.

We’re supposed to be Booed up I should have known That wouldn’t be the case You’re so busy thinkin’ About you and them While you pretend we Will ever be an us What’s it like Having your love returned And not thrown away? I’d like to find out For myself! But since you’re Obviously preoccupied I’ll have to learn THAT From someone else!

I can hear the thrum of boots on cobblestone in 1920 The strangled cries of our grandmothers The suffragettes who’s nails broke and bled grasping for our futures A future of righting wrongs, their shouts and signs a shove of momentum for daughters who may never know the truth and violence in not having a choice

I can hear school girls weeping in the bathroom Staring at pink lines as their friend leaning against the cubicle wall offers them soft, hollow words of solidarity Words through gritted teeth with fresh braces before second period starts

I can hear her fathers footsteps pacing the kitchen floor Blaming their mother, there was no way they would raise a child who has to raise a child His brother is really the one at fault, though he will still be invited to Thanksgiving

I can hear the hushed murmurs of men in 3-piece suits as a woman requests the bank teller to open her first credit card, wearing a lovely hat with ink still drying on divorce papers and bruises hidden under her gold buttoned coat

I can hear the pious protesters celebrating the closure of the last women’s health centre in Alabama They thank a god who has bred cruelty into many in his name and then go home to their wives making dinner Tomorrow will be the same for them

I can hear my sister, who’s one wish was to be a mother, wailing as she loses her baby I can hear her silence as she loses too much blood I can hear her husband screaming at the doctors to do something, anything I can hear the doctors arguing and pleading with lawyers I can hear her favourite song playing as her casket is lowered into the ground Our mothers sobs were drowned out

As the years go on, the more laws passed, the foot on the necks of women threatening to snap them at any second I can hear hope fading

There’s nothing to forgive if you’re not sorry, and no one should feel less than who they are! Still, you walk bravely, while the world around you gets smaller.

To hate would be too much, you don’t deserve it, and this time I won’t be the noble one! So if you feel the need to walk towards me, ignore it.

Naive I was, to see in you the kindness that you are wearing like a second skin! Well, now I see it clear your putrid, rotting ugliness.

How do you call yourself? An Empath? Aww, let me have a bit of laugh on that! You are the snake that bites and spreads its venom around it.

There’s nothing to forgive if you’re not sorry, and I, for sure, have better things to do than to revenge the love that once was stolen by you.

As time goes by, fake friend, payback is coming. Not me, but Life will have the final laugh… so play along, enjoy the hurt you’re causing! Goodbye.

I hate you Yes, I do I'm being honest

You are the reason I still can't forgive myself This mess you've made, It follows me regardless Of what I do, or if i'm by myself

You are my hatred, cuddled up on silver platter And washed away with coming of earthquake Splashing far beyond intended matter And crawling back to my mind once more

You hate me too You said it, years before that Your gaze was burning with intended, flaring rage

It's what expected, From the way you learned your lesson Never forgive yourself, intead – you just forget

Bang I see the fire blazing red, Feel the sense of dread I smell the burning, Feel the yearning.

Bang. I see the light fill the night, Feel the blight. I hear the cries; Feel their demise

Bang I see the sadness in their eyes, Feel their pain within my brain, My ears burn from the vibrations, Too many sensations, All I can feel is frustrations.

Bang. All you see is the pretty lights, Filling up the starless nights. Bang. All you see is the blaze, Staring at it with a look of amaze.

Bang But All I can see is the tragedy, It makes me question the morality. How can you care so little about the world around you..? Have you forgotten that we are animals too?

All I ask is that you perhaps...restrain, From causing so much pain. For such little gain.

Bang.Bang.Bang.

When I opened my bag of food, My mouth half-opened, Instead of the delectable triple cheese bacon burger, I found A salad.

I want to speak to your manager

I despise them. They fear us, Because we mirror them, But we are stronger, Better, More than their shallow shells could ever hold.

They destroy what they can’t understand, Kill what they can’t control—pathetic, cowardly creatures, I hope they choke on their own destruction, Drown in the ruins they create.