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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1654557
Basically just about something that's been bugging me. Me letting go pretty much.
I never wanted you in my life.
I never even wanted to encounter you.
You’ve ruined everything about me.
I hate you so much.
I wish you would just go die.
But the death of you, is the death of me.
I need to let go, be free.
I try and I try and I try.
Your grasp is so strong.
You make it impossible to live normally.
I wish you would just leave.
You’re ruining me, my life, my future.
Who knows what you’ve done to me.
I’m too scared to find out.
I’m breaking, breaking, breaking.
People think I’m so strong.
But because of you, I’m not.
I hate what you’ve done to me.
I hate everything you’ve made me become.
Look at me.
I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Leave. Please, leave me alone.
But you can’t.
Because as strong as you’re holding me,
I’m holding right back.
I hate how dependent I have become on you.
You’re my worst enemy,
And the only thing I want in my life.
You’re like an addiction,
But you’re much, much worse.
You will be the death of me.
No doubt about it.
Please don’t kill me.
There are much, much nicer ways to die,
Than being chained down, tied down, trapped.
That’s what you are, a trap.
An ugly, diry, disgusting trap.
I hate you.
I hate what you’ve made me.
You’re terrible. Awful. A pain.
You make me so, so weak.
You make me sick.
Why did I have to be your next victim?
But in reality, I chose you.
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