I Feel...

You think your done with me,
That we have nothing left to feel.
Well I feel a lot of things,
Hatred,
Scorn,
Jealousy,
Love,
Desires,
Dreams,
But mostly hope,
Hope that I will make it through this.
Hope that I can eventually forget you.
Hope that I will forgive myself.
Hope that no one will go throught what I did.
But I hope you NEVER forget me,
That you will be haunted by my words,
I hope they eat at you untill you can't take it.
I can't wait to see you come crawling for forgivness,
so I can spit in your face and show you what i really feel.