How much fun it would be
To make you bleed or make you cry,
To break you down in front of me
Maybe even watch you die.
I want to make your screams
I want to be the horror that haunts your dreams
I’d make you pay
I’d do it slow
You can’t run away
There’s nowhere you can go
I’ll hurt you in ways you won’t believe
I’d tie you down so you can never leave
Slit your throat to stop the noise
Tear out your eyes so you can’t see
You’ll be torn to bits like all my toys
And regret ever crossing me
im not getting better
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Lots of anger for your sister I see.
You express your anger with some very dark imagery
I know how this feels, it's best to let g
Be blessed in all you do sunshine
Tony
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i can see that..but very powreful poem there..
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The revenge you speak of is one I think most of us have had and it feels good at the time to rage against the wrongs, but in truth the only one it eats up is ourselves. For it festers and is hard to turn off when it has a vice like grip on our hearts. The hardest thing is to let it go but the nicest thing is when we do we find we can live again.
Try and see if you can and watch that taut heart start to relax and breathe C
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