Burning Spite Poem by Adam Iron Thorn

Burning Spite



All these crazy thoughts,
Such overwhelming distraught.
Throughout the depths of my soul,
It singes in like a hot coal.
Telling me to hurt myself,
Cause i'm loved by noone else.
The pressure to end this life,
And become a symbol of your spite.

Sunday, September 11, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy
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