My hatred for the man will never die
For he is the reason my life was hell
His name is Jesse
Jesse is the thing that had so much hatred in his heart
That he had to hurt
Jesse is the reason
I sleep not at night nor in the day
The reason for my fear, when he comes near
He is the reason
I look over my shoulder in dreadful horror
The pain he has caused will never leave as long as I shall live
The hurt won't leave me alone
To bother me night and day
The reason I feel the need to run for my life should the chance appear
My sanity gone
The feeling of his hot breath pouring down on my neck.
He is the fuel to my hatred
Even though I am braver than have ever been before
I shall never forgive him for the pain I endured.
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Just Random Poems I've Written
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of poems. They are all true about my life or my exprience
