Note: I found some old poems just lying around in my desktop so I thought “what the heck, let me upload them,” enjoy the unhappiness of them.
I hate you
Its how you left me here alone with a person I don’t recognize
The face in the mirror staring back at me is not me
It’s a product, a thing, a curse you left behind
The tears you left spilling in your wake darken the spaces in my eyes
Your back turned to me is all I see
Over and over
A wraith is all that is left; all that is left from my ashes
You lit me up into a thousand flames and watched me burn until all that was left of me were the ashes
You watched my eyes burn and grow haunted, til nothing was left inside
Until I was nothing more inside
Only hollowness that eats at my soul and burns it in the fires of a thousand suns; blazing and throbbing painfully with every single breath
Another me is left behind, distorted into a horrible shape
Your eyes they haunt my every moment; I sleep they are there
I wake and they are all I see
When will the torment end?