A/N: I am so sorry!!!!! Excuse: i had exams ok!? So cut me some slack. Anyway since I am a lot behind schedule, here's a treat.
Now that you're gone, I feel torn
Torn into seven pages
One titled anger, crumpled up and blotched
One says loner, I think I'm afraid to be alone
But that can't be, I've been alone all my life
So it's more like, afraid that I can only lie.
The third page is revenge, brother of anger
It's also wrinkled, taking after.
But then comes peace, happiness to be free of you,
Peace that you're finally gone.
The fifth, is greed and desire, coming hand in hand.
I think I miss some of the pleasure.
The sixth, comes as bitter.
It's satisfaction, because i still got what i wanted.
But the last, neatest of all asks in bold Why?
One word, no more no less,
but no one can deny your lie.
