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This poem was a true event, and is very personal to me...so be nice |
| She has done it again She's pushed me to far The hate wont die in me No, not this time! I come at her with full force She crie's out for help But I know she deserves none I tare at her body with all my strength I rip chucks of her hair out And watch them fall to the floor I dig my nails into her face And I release A burst of sadistic pleasure, overwelms my body As I push deeper into the inflictions I have made Into my most hated enemy With her flesh and blood buried under my finger nails She attempts to fight back To try to push my hatred away But they are useless I beat her to the floor And tighten my grip around her neck This bitch never deserved to live! I hear a voice screaming stop But its to late She's unconscience on the floor... ...What have I done? I almost killed her that night... My most hated enemy! ...Myself |