Conflicting views

I’d like to bury you,
deep within the ground.
No air to breathe.
No sky to ever see.

You deserve a knife to your throat,
no blood left in your veins.
Drowned.
Sick of your sight.

You’re worse than a disease,
you torture me.
Bring out the worst,
the anger in me.

Pain doesn’t work,
ignoring to.
Cos you won’t go away,
you turn everything blue.

You have a hold,
on everything you touch.
You think that it’s yours,
but it wants nothing with you.

I’m not crazy,
I know what I see.
I think you should leave,
because I’m scaring me.