You Are My Knife For My Emo Soul - Poem by dark queen
This is my soul screwed up, unhappy
this is my soul filled with sorrow and pain.
This is my heart filled with anger;
I hate you and there's nothing you can change.
Why dont I hate you?
You sit and you ponder.
Why don't I kill you and end all my pain?
Because I still love you
like I love my scars
Because I still love my bringer of pain
*i wrote this to show my brother how screwed up i can be*
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