I'm surprised you're here.
If seeing me in a tank top scared you
Enough to kick me out
Me shirtless chopping this wood here
Must have you pissing your pants.
I dinnae want you here.
I dinnae want to think about you
To talk about you
To write about you.
But I have to
To get you out of my mind.
I dinnae care if you're sick
What you're doing
How you feel
If you miss me
Or what in fuck's name you want.
Because when you made me
Sick of living
When you made me do terrible things
When you made me feel like a monster
When you made me stop missing you
You made me want to die.
You didn't care. If you did you would've stopped.
So go,
Take your greeting
Take your crying
Take your rhymes
And take your pain!
I don't want any of them
You've given me enough!
I don't whine anymore because you showed me it could be so much worse
You made me cry all the tears that were left within me
My best rhymes come from from the pain you inflicted
So GO AND DIE IN WHATEVER WAY YOU SEE FIT.
When you are buried.
Cold.
Dead.
Rotting.
I will look back on our time together.
I will see the spears we hurled at each other
The arrows and bullets that we let fly.
And then, Ma...
Then, I might cry again.
