At the Other Side was Still More Anger & Despair
July 24, 2008
Who knew that I would wind up angrier still, even free. Even feeling better generally. So much better…
This came out in a rush of tears and rage. It’s unfortunate that it rhymes at the end but it is what it is and I needed to put it somewhere… Cast it out and free myself of it so here it is. It’s short and pretty silly really but here it is…
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Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck your sadness. Fuck your tears 12 years too late. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. I am so sick of being angry. There is a hole at the centre of me so wide and deep that the only thing that holds me together some days is my skin. My thin, thin, thin fucking skin. And I loathe myself for letting you but you dug that hole and you wore down that skin so fuck you. Just fuck you. Fuck your tears 12 years too late. Fuck the fact that you taught me to hate. Hate myself and hate you.
