Die now! Any day.
I see you when you walk, you hold your wrist. But I know why. You've been cutting again huh? Haha, good! Maybe you'll slip and cut your vain. Causing you to bleed out. Causing you to die. No more of your shit?! What a wonderful world that would be. No more of you. No more of your shit. No more of you talking behind my back. Jest heaven. So, Get to it! Go Cut! Cut deep! Deep into your vain. Make your vains bleed. JEST FUCKING DIE!!!!
Next Poem >>