im hopping one to the other,
landing perfectly fine,
the others dont bother,
they say theres nothing on the other side,
but there is,
i know there is.
there waiting,
waiting for me,
they want- no need me,
if i go there,
they use me for wrong,
but im fine with that,
i get to see them all again,
i cant wait to see the stabs,
the stab wounds i made.
im hopping one to the other,
landing perfectly fine,
the others dont bother-
not this time.
this time i fall,
gone,
dead.
they say theres nothing on the other side,
but there is,
i know there is,
because i saw them,
because they saw me,
because they caused me
they made this happen to me,
And now its your turn...
