Oh No, Its Much Worse.

A Poem by Jess Holden

A poem about a guy that bugged the hell out of me.

Just walk in,
Your invisible enough,
Not like anybody would care,
Your not worth crap to me.
Not like you could hurt me,
Oh no,
Your words don't burn like the others,
They don't fester like a soar,
Oh no,
Oh they burn so much more....
My memory is now purposly forgotten,
I don't want your f****n flu,
I don't want to be infected with your death,
Your ability to hurt others.
Oh no.
Keep it;
Keep it all to yourself,
You spread it around enough.
No, your not friendless,
But yes you are alone;
A******s always are,
Ask my father about that.
But oh no, your so much worse...
You don't hurt with bruises and cuts,
Your words taunt worst than my past;
Because everyday is a constant reminder, of what you threw away,
Of what you chose to destroy,
And who you destroyed too.