So am I guilty?

I wished you were dead

Thoughts of killing you are still running through my head.

You throw your words out

Like daggers aimed to kill

And then you turn around

And tell me to just chill

I ask you if you’re mad

And you tell me no

It’s just me that’s sad

I tell you that

You don’t know how I feel

You say everything you know is so real

The fury inside me is trying to escape

Your nasty words echo way to loud

Like a long drawn out broken tape.

So am I guilty?

I wished you were dead

Thoughts of killing you are still running through my head.

I just look at you

And look away

Before the rage inside has a chance to brew

Because I think if I let it

It will overflow,

And then who knows where that would go?

Already my hands are turning into fists

I unclench them fast

And keep a tight hold of my wrists

This out of control anger is starting to scare me

I wish you could see

How much you terrify me

So am I guilty?

I wished you were dead

Thoughts of killing you are still running through my head.

I bite down hard on my lip

As my tears start to drip

I can’t let you control me anymore

My feelings are too intense and sore

I try to stop your fiery words

From coming in

And burning through my thin skin

But tell me,

Am I guilty?

I did wish you were dead,

And thoughts of killing you are still running through my head.