Hate

Here it is…not very much to say to you…
Only because of these three words…of I hate you,
Yes laugh some more…make a smile but next time ill make that smile a little wider
And maybe some more along your throat…
I know how much your throat is dieing to smile…
Dieing to bleed…
Dieing to kill that fucking weed…
But all in all it’s just a dream…
So go on about your fucking day and maybe next time,
Ill remember the knife *the end*