Thanks, Asshole.
You think it’s funny
Don’t you?
But as I sit here
With words in my mind
Pain in my heart
blood on my arms
And tears rolling down my face
I ponder taking my own life.
Your words caused more than just hurt
It cost my life
And the light from the lives
Of those who actually give a shit about me
(not you).
Thanks a lot,
Asshole.
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