zero
percent
of smile left
inside of my lips.
its over.
this diary
meant for the
intruders, you, to
read like they wrote it.
did you
ever feel my
pain? i hope you
still can feel it all if so.
thank you
for watching me
suffer, you mad being.
but i may
just recover.
and you
might too.
goodbye,
you sick man.
