• Why does my heart still ache?
    After suffering the trauma you put me through
    I really didn’t think you were the one to be fake
    The lies you spread, all it did was make me want to shoo

    Hours and hours went by, I still thought
    Hope, hope for the tiresome love
    Of what should have been and what I had brought
    All I received was a smack with your back stabbing glove

    Your face still lives in my head
    Should I kick it out or leave it in?
    The disease you gave, all it did was spread
    Through my body and it felt as a sin

    Why I feel this way, I have no concept
    I feel angry, confused, hurt, and loved considerably
    All of those things are in my mind, body, and soul except
    A deep hatred…in which you are the destroyed marquee

    As I learn of your adventures my heart begins to die
    Lying in the pit of darkness forever waiting
    For you to take me out and we drift into the sky
    Because now for some reason, I’m hating

    Now I wish, I didn’t feel this hatred
    It’s nothing but a nuisance and it angers me till no end
    From my arm to my foot, my body bled
    The blood of angst from losing a very close friend