----------------------DISCLAIMER-------------------- I wrote this poem while I was really mad at some certain people in my class. There is a lot of mention of me wanting to k!ll the person and hoping that they would k!ll a part of them. I do not want you to read this poem if you cannot handle subjects like this or don't like reading about hate because this is a really violent poem. Please do not report this because I have given you people warnings and if you don't listen to them, too bad. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Enjoy this poem - it is pretty long <3 You know what I wish? I wish that you could d!e, or at least, the part of you that doesn’t know a joke from an insult. The part of you that’s always gaslighting, twisting people’s words until they sound distorted and wrong. I wish that part of you could leave and never return, just like my happiness You know which part of you I mean, right? The part that laughs at people’s expense, picking at their insecurities. I hope that part of you suffocates one day, panicking and gasping for breath, trying to get its murd3rer to listen, before finally falling quiet, never to speak again, like how all these people you ganged up on felt. Always the first to dismiss people’s genuine thoughts, likes, anything. You never take anything seriously. It has never seemed to cross your mind how other people might feel, so why should you start caring now? Maybe if you realised how much your antics hurt people, the guilt would cause you to k!ll off that part of you and replace it with something we would enjoy being around. Of course, it’s hard to remove a part of yourself, especially one that you love so much. I could k!ll it for you. I would love to slowly break away pieces of your rudeness until there’s nothing left but pain. The pain that we all have felt because of you. Maybe I could use your methods of t0rture. You know the ones, the jokes that go too far. I could gang up on you with other people who have also had enough of your idiocy. We could find all your faults funny, say that you said something that would ruin your reputation, just like you could do and have done. After I have ripped out this part of you, I hope that you could grow something… kinder. It is highly unlikely, but maybe you would realise that your actions, your words have consequences. I’ve met enough people like you to know that, sadly, you will never change, no matter how much you are put through so I guess my efforts are in vain.
