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Brett Atkisson May 2013
I hate you.
I hate everything about you.
The way you talk.
The way you laugh.
The way you treat your family like ****.
The way you think yourself higher than everyone else.

Nobody likes you.
******* and die, you filthy ****.
Go back to the crack house you live in and **** your little sister some more.
You are my definition of ****.
You are lower than ****.
You are the **** under my shoes.
The dog **** on my shoes.
****-head, ****-face, **** ******* mother ******* *******
***** ****.
You are a waste of ***** and I hope you die.
840 · Mar 2014
Imagination
Brett Atkisson Mar 2014
Lay forth.
May your run be fruitful.
I'm taking my imagination
And wrapping it around you.
You.
Me.
I can't fix thee.
Try to find a reason why
you cant open your eyes.
Ignorance is bliss.
But only to the ignorant.
Piece by piece, you break away.
Its sad though.
But you'll find a way.
You are no more than my head.
No more than my mind.
No more than my imagination.
581 · May 2013
Again, I hate you.
Brett Atkisson May 2013
I told you once.
I've told you a thousand times.
But I guess your ears are to full of **** to hear.
I've killed you once.
I've killed you a thousand times.
But I guess you are to obnoxious to die.
I've loved you once....
I've loved you a thousand times....
But I guess you were too busy with everybody else to love me back....
I've cursed you once.
I've cursed you a thousand times.
But I guess you are to invincible to get the effect.
I've begged you once...
I've begged you a thousand times.
But I guess you were too high and mighty to give me mercy...
I hate your guts now.
Then again you never did have any.
And neither do I.
Because if I did,
I would have killed you long ago.
When I had nothing to lose.
When it wouldn't affect me any.
You should thank my love for keeping you alive.
If it wasn't for her,
I would have killed you.
No remorse.
No regret.
Just blood on my clothes and a sneer on my face.
424 · Sep 2013
She let go
Brett Atkisson Sep 2013
She said to hold on
And never let go
I told her I'm on for the whole ride
There were twists
And there were turns
But it couldn't throw me off...
Because I loved her...
And she loved me...
When the summer sun came out,
She went away until the leaves turned orange.
It was like she vanished...
Into thin air...
I didn't know why...
I would wonder what she was doing...
And if she was happy...
And if she was thinking about me like I was thinking about her...
If she still loved me like I loved her...
......
She told her friends I was horrible...
She told her family I was terrible...
I wasn't the only one she "loved"...
She left me in the fire...
She left me to die...
But....
Oddly...
My heart still belongs to her...
3 years went by so fast....
I never stopped to look around...
Never again...
NEVER again...
407 · May 2013
You are a sickness.
Brett Atkisson May 2013
You are a sickness.
Your a ******* disease.
I caught you and I can't get rid of you.
You are in my system forever.
There is no cure for me.
Treatment.
Nothing.
I caught you hoping for love.
And all I got in the end was regret and the worst case of heart ache.
You've plagued so many people.
Ones I know.
Ones who are faceless to me.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Nothing matters anymore.
I'm alone again.
And I'm tired of not being good enough.
I'm tired of not being the standard.
I'm tired of being your host.
I'm tired of feeding you.
Bleeding for you.
Screaming for you.
Smiling for you.
Feeling for you.
Crying for you.
I'm done with you.
With life.
With the world.
Every tear is a story.
Every drop of blood is an ending.
And I'm all out of blood and tears.
Goodbye.

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