~I Should Write An Angry Poem But Maybe Next Time~

I have t'bite down on my lip
to stop all the suppressed memories,
My short and long term aren't great
but it sure brings up shit
just to get to me.
My eyes burst into veins to avoid all the tears,
that's what happens when you pay
for thinking some things were all real.
I could touch it,
I could smell it,
I could hug it with all my love,
and no matter what I did
they were all just hazy thoughts.
I would talk and they would listen,
Seemingly feeling what I would feel.
I didn't realize how much of a fucking
asshole,
A fucking asshole could really be.

SN: God, it really feels good to remove the knife you stabbed me with not too long ago, maybe I'll return the favour. Wait... I believe in karma.