i hate you.
no seriously.
i really fucking hate you.
i wish i could rail a line thicker than your dense personality
so maybe i can get all of the shit you caused out of my head.
i hate you.
you make me want to bring this addiction back
and it’s not like i didn’t already miss the drugs.
fuck you.
you took from me.
you stole from me.
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i can’t say it enough how much i despise your very existence.
and for fucks sake if you read this don’t you dare romanticize this.
this is not about lost love or any of that bullshit.
it’s called slam poetry for a reason.
because i wish i could slam your face into a brick wall.
i wish i had enough
pain killers
to get rid of you forever.
fucking give me crystal meth if that’s what it takes
to get you out of my head.
it’s not like i already wasn’t going through hell.
give me drugs.
give me drugs.
give me drugs.
i can’t breathe.
i hate you.
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