I cannot control the ingested hate i am feeling
i want to explode
i am so stripped of moral right now
i fail to see the point
the love i once possessed for you is rapidly turning into hate
i dont want to feel this way
i dont want to despise you
but i do
i hate you
i hate the way you have made me weak
i hate the way that you have won
i shudder at your memory
but tremble at the thought of your touch
you have polluted me
i am no longer sound
i am broken, damaged, who will want me now?
i curse what you have done to me
my spirit is broken
i will never love
you have taken that privillage away from me
i will never allow myself to be so naive again
you have destroyed me
We are the indestructable. We are the ones who cannot hope for true love, but can strive to understnd truth. They cannot destroy us, because they dont even know who THEY are.
You are not destroyed. You have a real talent for writing, that's for sure. Your anger and frustration come through loud and clear. Another nice poem. Sincerely, mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are the indestructable. We are the ones who cannot hope for true love, but can strive to understnd truth. They cannot destroy us, because they dont even know who THEY are.