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Had this poem stuck in my head for a while now. Possible trigger. Very angry poem.

Oh Yeah, and warning for foul language.

Feel my love as once you did
Keep it fresh within your mind
For now I lift another lid
Emotion of a different kind.

I hate!
        Too late!
Fuck you!
        You always do
Too little
        Too fucking late!
Fuck you!
        I hate!

My gentle smiles and thought out words
Calmed you to my real intent
Scattered like a flock of birds
Now showing my hell, heaven-sent.

It’s a dream…
Let me scream!
It’s a dream…
It’s a dream…
It fucking isn’t
Hell is real!
Let me feel!
Let me feel!

See the pale tracks wend their way
O’er marbled landscape tenderly
But there in rock, ingrained they stay,
Inflamed as hell’s incendiary.

Fuck you!
No one sees
The crippled angel
That is me.
See my fucking pain!
Fuck you!
See my scars
Brutal slashes
In flesh carved.
See my fucking pain!
And let me fucking feel it!

I don’t know when the dream will end
And sanity return again
But this I know, that in the end
It won’t be me who’s fucking sane!

My living hell
Your dark dream
Fucking hear me
Fucking scream
You wake up
But here I stay
So fucking wish it
All away.
The dark of night
Within you screams
But to you
It’s just a dream.
To me the nightmares
All are real
Let me feel
Let me feel.
Hear me scream
And stay unsane
Within the dream
Too deep to heal
I hate!
You’re just too fucking late!