I hate what you have done to me my heart filled with so much hate, Left in the past rifled with pain and sadness not a single soul really cares you broke a part of me i tried to fix i hope you walk under a scaffold and get your head caved in by bricks you dont deserve this life you claim your a piece of trash your worthless ideals and a personality as transparent as glass now i sit here buried in scars living my life hoping you get hit by a car eat your heart out and disappear from my mind you dont mean a damn thing this riddle has become clear i have no use for people or their lies i have no more tears they faded with the passing time i have become so strong now i feel nothing your the cause your the reason i hope you understand i mean you no ill will but i wish you were buried beneath the sand
Creed's Poetry 