by Violetta

My Head spins

My knuckles turn white

The Side of my hand turning red from slamming it against the wall

Consumed of a sick feeling

Looking at the person and feeling nothing but envy

Looking a the person and feeling nothing but nausea

Thinking what else will keep me from this terrible feeling

Can't help but wish they were dead

Wish they would fall over as you watch

Watch them in pain

Feeling relief as they topple over defeated

Smiling happiness

But realizing there is a whole world to hate

More people to hate

Smiling at the thought

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