As I remenisce,
On my cursing painful past,
I find that I miss,
Always being held last.
I've let myself go,
Like a rock in a river,
I've tried so hard,
But they had to see me quiver.
I really do not feel,
This thing that they call pain,
It really does not hurt me,
Although the blood will stain.

And as you sternly sit,
Not giving a single care,
You're putting me through a pain-
One that I can't bare.
It's like a taught tourniquet,
Wrapped around my heart,
It's as if you've grabbed me,
End-to-end,
and ripped me straight apart.
I really cannot see,
That you've gotten any better,
As I hereby put an end
To My HoMiCiDe LeTtEr

 
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