~.:MiA:.~
i trusted you
once
i think i almost hate you
its a hurt, so deep
like barbed wire has
been twisted around my stomach
and someone
is slowly dragging it upwards
its tearing through my inside
and breaking all my spirit.
you were not my friend
the person i knew
this was something i couldnt see coming
but now..
its no longer hidden
the loyalty is gone
the secret is out
and everything...
everything was a lie
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
once
i think i almost hate you
its a hurt, so deep
like barbed wire has
been twisted around my stomach
and someone
is slowly dragging it upwards
its tearing through my inside
and breaking all my spirit.
you were not my friend
the person i knew
this was something i couldnt see coming
but now..
its no longer hidden
the loyalty is gone
the secret is out
and everything...
everything was a lie
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Anonymous at Tuesday, March 28, 2006
4 Comments:
yes, and u can't do a thing about it, so puke out the hate! nice pome...and thanks for linking me.
better out than in. it just screws you up forever more otherwise.
hmm...better out than in? i beg to differ. inside it becomes the most beautiful hatred and glory of violence. a dark stain on a darker silence.
i love the poem! it really moves me somehow
maybe shadowlor is right. dunno. don't think things kept in benefit the mental health of the individual and besides we wouldn't be reading this wonderous poem if raven kept it all tucked away would we.
parents huh? larkin was right.
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