"Why do you hate me?"
you question,
blind to your own actions
you paint this heaven that you say you provide me
but really, you're the only one who sees it
for I am in the hell you created
that you are too blind to see.
You replace your actions
with good deeds existing only in your mind.
Everything you've done has benefitted me
but if that were true then
I wouldn't be in this constant pain.
Your heaven is my hell
and I want you to join my suffering
so you can burn in these pits
for a I am strong and have withstood the flames
and you are the weak,
making yourself only see the light,
you are naïve,
foolish and immature.
Thus you shall burn.
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PoetryRandom poems that are basically my emotions scattered into poems whenever I feel like saying something to someone or multiple people but don't have the courage to so I upload it here in hopes that they'll see the poems and take the hint even though...
