Every time I think about you
My stomach turns in knots
I can’t fucking stand you
You’re a vile piece of rot
You’re filth and you’re nothing
You brought me down so low
Your perversion, your ‘need’
Made it so I couldn’t grow
Into who I wanted to be
So, instead, I want to know
How you fared, how you lived
With yourself after what you did.
Tell me, Scum, what’s the secret?
How did you erase
All the pain and memories
From your pathetic ‘mistake’?
Did you forget what you’d done?
Was just drunken, hazy ‘fun’?
Do you even know the life you ruined
Or care to admit it was you who was my undoing?
I’ll call you out one day,
maybe even soon.
The truth is, I don’t know what to do.
Passive Aggressive Pedophilia
Published inMain
Damn..
I enjoyed the rhyme & flow.
I tend to put people on blast, when I write.
So, I can def relate to that ending.
Sometimes you’ve gotta let it all out, before holding it all in drives you insane.
With all that said; This is a brave piece of writing. ⚘