Anger...that's all is left
Sometimes is just too disgusting to take
Sometimes it just wants to make me throw up
Sometimes it makes me think that I can't
All the memories which I thought were good, he showed me they were bad. It was all bad. It was 'shitty'. I was mierda. MIERDA. Mierda... con unos cuantos paseillos.
His laughs are darts to my peace and they never miss the target.
His words are an efective reminder of all the pain I've been thru.
His presence is just unbearable. Always there. No chance to recover.
And better yet, I left saying "Do whatever you need to do, don't worry about me...I just can't hurt you".
Anger is all I have left.
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