You heartless bitch,
I hope you choke
On all the lies that you wrote
One by one, you made me read them
I tried to believe them
You wrote them badly, without sense
You wrote them in my blood, damn you made a mess.
All the people with whom you go to.
About problems, that were never there.
Why can't you turn up dead?
With a butcher knife to the chest.
Death is something I can trust.
Unlike you, death can't lie.
But don't worry, i'm not angry anymore.
I used to ignore you, now your getting jealous.
Now I have someone, when you have no one.
I hope you die alone.
Try to reply, when you learn to spell.
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I feel better after writing this. :)
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The ramblings of a madman
PoetryThese are a collection of poems and intriguing thoughts, that I have had. I will warn you, most of them will most likely contain triggers (blood, suicide, murder) so read on, if you dare.
