I dont love you...: Stacys poem

The beautiful dead,

The waking pain,

A senseless act,

To fall again.

To kill yourself,

Is horribly weak,

A great hunger,

You cannot feed.

You still loved me,

I knew this was true.

You must understand

Why I hate you.

You left me for him,

You tore me apart.

You destroyed my soul,

Stole my heart.

You hit me,

Stabbed me,

Cut me up.

You made me weak,

Fucked me up.

I hope you're in Hell,

Are the fires burning you up?

You must remember,

Hate is something I don't give up.