Demon inside

I don’t wanna hear

I don’t wanna see you.

You continue to talk brazenly

when I don’t wanna listen.

I feel like a box bag for your disgusting words.

Full of negativity.

I haven’t heard anything nice from you.

It is because of your words that I am transforming myself in negativity,

I absorb what you say even though..

I don’t want to.

I feel worthless, miserable, insignificantly miserable, black!

I don’t understand what you want to do with what you are doing??

Make a positive change in my behavior?

No way! You’re on the wrong track!

You just inspire me to hate you.

I want to kill you every time you start your sweet talking.

I want you dead and that you’re gone 4ever!

I want my slap to drive you to the bottom as much as your words bring me down to depression.

I hate you and I think you owe me every time you scream at me in anger and then apologize later.

Like you hope evil will disappear then!?

And then starting over and over again every week..the same;

Your anger. My silence.

In my thoughts suitcases are rolling.

I can’t wait for you to disappear from my life!

I blame myself for not stopping your gub,

 because I don’t know the way

 because I don’t want to look for ways

because I’m lazy, as you say.

The only thing I see as an immediate solution is aggression, weapon,

Your death for my freedom.

It became clear to me

how someone who they thought was a peaceful person

at one time killed their neighbor.

You’ve been doing traumas for my whole life.

You created wounds that leave visible scars.

I dont need that in my life.

And then you wonder why I hate you.

Why, what’s so bad about you?

You don’t even see what you do.

You don’t even notice.

And I’m not showing you.