HOW I 'FELT'
Rage is what you cause,
You point out my mistakes and flaws,
You treat me like a disease thats raw(new),
It angers me.
Pain is what I suffer,
When you destroy my happiness,
I should shoot,
Shoot myself for your entertainment,
Because my pain you joy!
My death shall be your Freedom!
My blood shall be your water!
My bones shall be your sticks!
Go Ahead.
Celebrate my death,
Bathe in the blood that was once inside me that I bled for your amusement,
Beat the beat you shall play at your party with my bones,
Take it all but you shall not have my heart.
Give it too my loves who miss me,
Tell them I miss them,
Tell them I will see them so and that my torture has stopped its reign,
They will see me soon...And so will you.
