it's no longer a grudge when you wish
to prosecute those who have wronged you
it's also not revenge, but a special case of hatred
it's malignity
to see who makes insufferability normal
suffer in their own shame and filth
destroying once healthy want and desire
and contriving a story of spite in its place
i can imagine all that fit this bill perfectly
and though i do not believe in some ulterior force
i hope your days are numbered and your future short
to be specific, i wish to not see you show up to school
as a result of offing yourself and finally doing the world a favor in ridding its budding issue of pain
a blotch on the scale of the national stage isn't much
but it hurts the people who dance on that canvas
you self centered pricks.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
