I prefer to just get the hits I deserve.
So I'll wait into the day I broke the key.
To where I'm just a nobody to your mind.
And you only have fragments of a individual.
Who was me in being in the page of book.
Book of your personal story of your quest.
Where I'm just a dead page with no truth.
Of true friendship valves anymore of true.
And nobody wants me anymore in book.
Because of the poured liquid of crush.
Where it's painful but easy to strip off.
Use the whiteout to remove me and words.
So I'll be gone from your bubble and world.
Where barriers of hatred can just block me.
With hard come backs with emotion blow.
Whoever is reading this in ways or nothing.
I'm truthfully sorry for anything I have put.
And set off even if it's a helpful with heart.
I don't see how anyone really likes me.
I make things go from the fresh to pain rust.
If I'm valuable then just hit me or chuck.
A item and don't feel guilty for me.
But if you want go ahead I destroyed piece.
Of peace that was placed in since the met.
