What You Made Me

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When does anger, devourer souls…
When does love no longer know…
Which direction my heart is in…
Only that it’s somewhere…
Beneath my skin…
I want to break you…
Does that make me a monster???
I want to hate you…
It’s what I’m after…
I want to hear your screams…
like I heard mine…
I want to stop hearing…
That you’re doing fine…
Split to pieces…
Rip to shreds…
I want you out…
I want you dead…
Feel my pain that’s tainted me…
Remember all my forgotten pleas…
Maybe the answer is I’m pained…
See these horns that I have gained…
Help from you was needed of course…
You’ve made me like this…
Do you feel the remorse?

This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.

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