I found a grim poem that I wrote...

...about 14 years ago, I think. Looking back, I can remember hate consuming every pore of my being. I had never been as hurt as I was back then. Life has moved on, and thankfully, tomorrow is always the promise of a new day.

i  Bad Breakup  i

Stab you

Slice you

Kill you dead

You're such a bigot

In my head

               Always was sitting in your shadow

               Wasps stinging as the throat swallows

               Have to get away from this

               You're an ignorant piece of nothingness

                            You bit my hand when it fed you

                            Now your hand will burn

                            Thrown away this life¾this underground

                            The silence is killing me

                            So why don't you fight?

                                               Sick of your tunnel vision

                                               Sick of your lies

                                               Sick of being your second life

                                                                           I hate what you've done

                                                                           Let us die