You dislike me, I know u do. But you’ve no idea what I’ve been through.
Worse than this hurt you’ve given.
Never did I show no respect, despite carrying your knife behind my back.
I’m bleeding badly from your stab.
You pretended that I’m the dust that choke
When the truth is, you never poke
Neither did you soak
I’m the one who’s trapped.
The more i suffer,
The more you pretended you suffo-cate.
The more i bleed,
The more you breed-your-hate.
I’ve been here for quite awhile now
I’ll do you a favour, go ahead and take a bow
It’s my turn to write a note
Before your fetid, filthy throat.
You see, you’re a monster
Who breathes out fire.
And that fire is from anger beneath your soul
You act so cold
Telling you’ve no one to hold
When things about to come to an end.
What a stupendous fable, let’s give it a clap!
I sympathise the shoes you’re in
Yes, the shoes. Not you or things in between.
Your arrogant step has thinned its sole
Your selfish act has made it foul
And not to forget
That extremely tight lace
Your perpetually scrunched-up face.
I’ve swallowed bundle of tear & fear
Drained, drowned, drear
And everytime you push that knife deeper,
I convince myself that I was the killer
When you know for sure
That I was a chump,
The bin for your thump.
Hey listen up.
This is not an eruption of a bottled up feeling
Nor a revenge for my own killing
This is merely a scribble
To question a once dear friend
When she has nothing more to quibble
So how does it feel now to have scratched your scab?
I was supposed to die in your hands
Now look whose soul is as empty as a can?
Thanks for this gift. It’s a cadaverous wreck that I’ve unwrapped.