Why Do I Hate Them So?
Why Do I Hurt So Much?
So Easily?
I Am Angered,
Broken,
Confused,
Hopeless,
And Now-Have Given Up.
Feelings---
Flowing As A River--
Over Their Banks,
Filled With Blood.
At Dawn,
No More.
In My Tome They Flow,
But To Other Matters--
No More.
Bleed Me--
My Feelings,
Let Them Flow Away.
In Me Forever,
Shown---No More.
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Draven Taylor (1995)
