My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

Your Punishment is on its way

I could just strangle you for everytime you hurt me, for every lie
For everytime I wanted to die I would.
You must pay ! How dare you mess up my whole mental and going around living life. This is not fair how I'm bashed and shunned because of your lies . Why should I suffer ? I'm struggling sleeping on a bed with holes , springs cutting through clothes . While you're going out with the "better one"
And I'm stuck being the"lucky one "
On the 26th I hope all your manhood discinigrates ,dried up and shrivels like a raisin in the sun . Only yours won't function . It will just turn to dust go collect the ashes and disappear.