I wish I could love her, just so I don't have to carry this hatred any longer.
But I can't.
Even with the good she does, it can never outshine all the evil that is within her.
All the evil that has been brought upon me starting from a young age.
I can never forget who she truly is.
Even in death I will only remember her black soul.
If only they knew that the person they look upon is not an angel but a demon hidden within an angels body.
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REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
