It's building up inside of me,
I don't know what to do,
It's beginning to get hard to see
Anything but her doom.

I can't stop these horrible thoughts,
Sometimes I even think of murder,
It's not that this is what I've been taught,
Just that I brutally hate everything about her.

She makes me feel lower than Hell,
Not that she's anywhere above it herself,
I'm spending my whole life under a shell,
She makes me hate MYSELF.

I cry almost every night,
All because of her cold heart,
I wish I could just keep her out of my sight,
Because through my soul she's thrown a dart.

But someday I will have a new life of my own,
And I will always remember-
When my soul is sown,
She will be ripped out of my life forever.

By: Bethie Pennington
 
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