Surfacing itself this hate I bring means one thing in this life of hell that I create peace knowing you suffer never again will it hurt cause it's all gone and thrown away like the trash that you've become and the hearsay pains my pathetic head, but you don't speak your mind the same way so I know you can and you break your only rule not to be part of the BS that you create. In a perfect world time goes back and changes are made and knowing how imperfect you are is the easness the soothes the burn inside my itching skin, but I yearn for more cause it keeps me going to have this pain in my head means you're never gone. And if you ever leave I'd quit rearranging that were said at last to me before I knew my only gift to give was nothing and my way was better then yours cause I'm in control of my own world and I don't need the same things to make me perfect in your life of hell do you reign on top or have you fallen victim to yourself in a way that only your past can bring back (mirror breaks)

My wife thought that I should post my poetry Online.

Please post and tell me what you think.