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Victim of Yourself

Do you realize,
How many people you have hurt,
How many times you made them cry,
How many murders you’ve committed,
With your demonic words?

Look at yourself,
Walking around like you’re better,
Your stiletto high-heels,
Stab the backs of your victims.

Do you even know how disgusting,
How horrific your real face is,
Behind the mask,
Behind the façade that you tend to use?

You’ve killed a thousand people,
Broken a thousand hearts,
Spoken a million death sentences,
And you don’t even see it!

How could someone be so ignorant,
So unaware?
Or are you completely aware?
Do you kill your own soul?

You are addicted to hatred,
You are a victim of yourself,
And you don’t want to be alone,
You don’t want to have to sulk,
In your own pain,
Who would?

So you have to,
You have to hurt everybody else,
So you can be ok,
When you are only beating up,
Whatever is left of your stone-like heart.





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LovelyDuckling said...
May 23, 2012 at 1:49 pm
nice imagery:) i really enjoyed this. mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?
 
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