Disclaimer: I didn't invent anyone mentioned in this story and the person that did is J.K. Rowling and there is something wrong with this disclaimer but I don't care at all.
Note: Yeah, I know, poems are boring. But look on the bright side, I try to keep you awake obsessive jealously, neurosis, and offensive language. Btw, I'm an older sister. Okay, nuff boring talking enjoy.
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My bloody fucking heart.
It's a pussing welt in my chest.
Oh how it hurts.
You don't see pain, or else you ignore it.
FUCK YOU!
I know you. I don't think you care.
Each and every goddamn day you laugh
And smile,
And
Smile and laugh.
I can't stand you. I can't stand you. I can't stand you.
I can't stand your perfect face,
Your perfect life.
It's so much better then mine.
Why?
What did you do to deserve this?
YoufuckinglittlemonsterfreakIhopeIneverseeyourgoddamnoversunnyfaceEverAgain!
Don't look at me like that. I don't want you to feel sorry.
GO!
I know you don't really care.
We don't know each other.
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Well, thank-you for reading this. Thank you VERY much. Okay, so there wasn't much swearing after the start, but I still thought it would be a good idea to warn people. Alright, so anyway, if anyone's been wondering, [why] I've been doing so many poems recently, it's because lately I'm just getting incoherent ideas that while, interesting, aren't long enough for true fics. Okay, that's all, please review.