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masochist.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014 || Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Being so left out among the crowd,
I wish my words were heard out loud.
Only called when needed,
throwing me away when work was completed.
Doing things that I never enjoyed,
they never knew I was this annoyed.
but....
Never have I felt so alone,
I'm standing in this world on my own.
Done being pushed and tossed away,
I'll make sure these motherfuckers pay.
Shit, why did I let it get over me?
I had the chance, the chance to flea.
To fly away from my wicked mind,
Oh why was I so blind?
My thoughts taunted me with revenge and anger,
to throw them with words like a fast going dagger.
I shouldn't fight them with the emotions I've kept for so long,
but then they'll never know that what they did was wrong.
no,,, I shouldn't let this thinking overcome me.
The consequences I should oversee.
I'll destroy them with my bare hands,
my feelings, no one ever understands.
Now they'll feel what I feel,
as before me, I shall make them kneel.
Begging me for the safety of their lives,
but to me... no one survives.
This pain that I will let them suffer,
which soon will only get tougher and rougher.
I sat down on a big, black chair,
laughing, as I watch them crying in despair.
'They're finally suffering.' was the last words I said,
as slowly, one by one, dead.
