Wrath

In the end, all the wrath and hate turn into nothing.
It's wasted time, wasted breath…
Wasted emotions on someone who isn't worth any of it.

But still, deep inside, my wrath rages like a storm.
Forgiveness has faded from my capabilities.
Forgiveness is not for this person.
Oh, no… Not this person.

Wrath consists of…
Wracking your brain for the answer.
Robbing yourself of joy.
Acting like you could never end your anger.
Trying so hard to find a way to let the anger out.
Hoping that you will survive.

They don't deserve your cries and screams of murderous desires.
They don't deserve your tears and shaking of slaughtering desires.
They do not deserve anything.
Because they are worth nothing.
Nothing.
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In the end, all the wrath and hate turn into nothing.
It's wasted time, wasted breath…
Wasted emotions on someone who isn't worth any of it.