A poem written at one of the darkest times in my life.


I've hated you more than words can say, even here to this very day.

Pray your anthems sing them loud, yell them to this endless crowd.

No one’s listening how’s it feel?

You pick me up to push me down, and throw me round once on the ground.

My eyes were itching burning red, you look at me like I am dead?

But who cares no one’s there.


The End

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