Trust in wolves clothing

you are an evil hypocrite of the very worst kind,
all you preach are lies you are ignorant and blind
you use your own blood for your own cheap fix
apparently I mean nothing so hang me on your personal crucifix
the only reason your alive is you use others to survive
nothing you do comes without a consequence
your mind is so warped and fucked
you play both sides of the fence
even when it's staring right back at you, you ignore the evidence
it comes as no surprise when I look into your soulless eyes
you'll kill yourself eventually, just another victim of your own demise
you take everything, that anyone has done wrong, you twist it with your lies but we knew it all along
what once was thriving Is now shriveled and dead
I fucking hate you bitch I long for the day your dead
all you do is play the lonely victim card
it comes as a second nature, it comes easy it's not hard
open up your shit caked eyes
your true colors come through
no one believes your now pathetic alibis
the look on your face when your time runs out, you've got nowhere else to run we know the true story, and know what your all about
black blood like poison courses scorching through something that resembles human veins
I tried so hard to help and love you but you tried to kill me , your insane
I don't know what killed and replaced the one I used to trust
I live in a pitch black world, beyond any chance to feel emotion, from the black tides of your filth and disgust
so when I'm nearly dead and the booze is all I have left I'll laugh when you are dead and rotten , and exposed the secrets that you always kept.

This poem is about: 
My family

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