As i sit here, I wonder,
I am.
Wondering,
What happened to you all,
in the past
that has brought you to,
this place,
me,
and my past
where we sit not,
face to face,
but,
ear to ear.
I hear, you
You, See me.
Destiny,
guides us down a route.
We have come to a crossroads,
Nobody and I
Where do we go?
Nobody, can be the winner.
Only one side,
has a name,
has understanding
Where we have locked horns.
Fighting.
You want to be a reminder,
of who.
You wanted to be,
Who,
I have become,
at this time and place,
Locked in a battle,
Fighting,
I alone want to
Create.
You want to,
H.U.R,T
Will be my reminder,
Why we fight,
day after day.
You inflicted,
H.A.T.E
With your voice
Reason, not necessary,
Never ending
H.U.R.T
unnecessary,
all you appreciate.
I now have an understanding
of
H.A.T.E
You wanted to burn
my face,
as a reminder
to me of your
disgrace.
For wasting your life.
Disguised as something bigger,
than just your own personal,
H.A.T.E
for yourself,
for nobody.
but you who,
H.urt
are
U.nkown
I represent the people
that,
R.espect
and
T.rust
and from your selfish
need to be heard,
H.U.R.T
alone in the dark,
discarded by the world's
apathy,
turning away from ones,
that never had to have had
experienced
H.A.T.E
day after day
by the voice of someone,
they've never
met.
H.A.T.E
creates
H.U.R.T
H.U.R.T
creates
H.A.T.E
No one deserves,
to reside under this veil
hidden from the world
H.U.R.T.I.N.G
I am left with a new destiny,
to H.U.N.T you down,
the ones that truly
H.U.R.T
than we can help the ones,
that have been touched by (so personally)
personal circumstance,
that has branded you
by you
left behind,
left alone,
Nobody,
says anymore to me
but
you say you were a friend of mine,
yesterday.
You should not be that hard,
to find,
If you say you truly were a friend,
of mine.
but you hide,
play a game,
not playing your part in
life,
this is why you
H.A.T.E
yourself
you feet left out,
from rest of the world
life.
So now you trying to
H.U.R.T
everyone else,.
I want you to explain,
P.A.I.N
the feeling I know so well
that you cherish,
to me.
Maybe, you will believe,
I care what you are feeling.
I just want you to stop.
H.U.R.T.I.N.G
me.
I Believe.
You can not see,
what you have done to me.
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