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A thing called jealousy
Jealousy eats me alive like a virus taking over my heart and soul and skin.
I can feel it crawling over me and taking a bite physically making me ill.
I'm shaking with fury drowning in tears and I can blame it on you but it wouldn't be accurate.
I have evil inside of me that can not be silenced and it will not listen to me.
I am jealous of you and so I tear you down because it is hard to see the one I love so much happier than me especially when I'm supposed to be just as happy.
I am a bully but that's what happens when you pretend to be happy with evil happy with lies
And it rips me apart inside because now I am lying too
But I'm not lying when I say I love you
But is love being willing to give up or do anything to keep someone?
And I hate her for looking at you,
staring at you,
thinking about you,
touching you,
fantasizing about you.
I think of all the ways I would destroy her.
Rip her of everything she loves.
Murder her.
Rip her bone by bone.
And I look at myself and I hate what I have become
And you ask me what is wrong?
And I cannot answer.
For I am afraid that if you see my ugly ... you will no longer be able to look at me.
I can feel it crawling over me and taking a bite physically making me ill.
I'm shaking with fury drowning in tears and I can blame it on you but it wouldn't be accurate.
I have evil inside of me that can not be silenced and it will not listen to me.
I am jealous of you and so I tear you down because it is hard to see the one I love so much happier than me especially when I'm supposed to be just as happy.
I am a bully but that's what happens when you pretend to be happy with evil happy with lies
And it rips me apart inside because now I am lying too
But I'm not lying when I say I love you
But is love being willing to give up or do anything to keep someone?
And I hate her for looking at you,
staring at you,
thinking about you,
touching you,
fantasizing about you.
I think of all the ways I would destroy her.
Rip her of everything she loves.
Murder her.
Rip her bone by bone.
And I look at myself and I hate what I have become
And you ask me what is wrong?
And I cannot answer.
For I am afraid that if you see my ugly ... you will no longer be able to look at me.
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