Stabbed And Stamped OnMature

I know this isn't very good at all, but I was just angry and upset, and I wrote my rage.

Feel fucked like an animal
A rage that slowly swallows me
just stick another knife in my back
you inconsiderate bitch
I lay my heart on the line
and all I feel is distress 
and I blame you
do you not know me at all?
I get these pains
A slow moving sickness
Look what your doing to me
Is it worth it any more?
Am I worth a single thing? 
Im smashing down these walls
In this glass box is my existence
Are you worth fighting for?
When I feel like you forget about me. 

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