Me Poem by deshae davis
Me
hate is a stronge word
but its how i feel
and every now an then
i get a certain urge to kill
not my enimies just me myself and i
cause being alone
can even make the toughiest people cry
sometimes i....dont understand it
its...something i dont get
and so the hatred begins
look hate is a very stronge word but its how i feel
so wen u see my cuts and bruises...dont make a big deal
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