by Joe Lombardi

Created on: July 13, 2009

I hate you.

Nothing i say here i will regret,

This is my feeling and this is meant,

The things you did,

The things you said,

they make me want to kill you - dead,

You made fun of me,

You teased,

you laughed,

You bullied me,

and for no valid reason,

nothing but your spite.

You, not I, will regret the coming week..

as i make you pay for making me weak,

weak and crippled inside,

I had to run and hide,

hide away from your hate,

your bullying,

it sent me away from home,

somewhere unknown..

somewhere you can't find me,

can't hurt me..

I will make you do the same,

whether you like it or not,

I will have my revenge,

and let your body rot.

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