you make me want to scream
if thoughts could kill, you would be dead by now.
and it's all because of you.
i have to live with you.
i have to live like this.
not that i like it, but i have to.
cause' it's all because of you.
no i won't say vulgarities.
how will that even help?
i write, doodle, scribble,
my feelings down on paper.
i have to let it out somehow,
and it's all because of you.
if my anger turned into strength,
the walls would all have crumbled.
if my thoughts turned to reality,
you'd have thinked twice about all
before you'd start
and do those acts
those selfish acts.
those acts that break me up.
tear me down.
but no, now
you're still being
selfish, arrogant,
still the same
uncaring soul
all your friends say
you're the best friend
anyone else could have
it's all otherwise,
in my case,
i'm even related
with you.
i'd rather have my bones
broke by both sticks and stones
than to have my spirit cut
broken by all those words that scar.
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can one actually get overdosed on chocolate?